I Intend To Live The First Half

Any Man Who Dies With More Than $10000 To His Name Is A Failure.

I Crave The Indulgence Of My Senses But This Is Countered By An Interior Desire That Is Even Keener Than My Senses To Know The Meaning Of Things

Man's Indecency To Man All Over The World Rules Out The Idea Of Humanity As An Actuality. It Is A Dream Of Young Idealists. In Practice A Misnomer

I Enter A Whorehouse With The Same Interest As I Do The British Museum Or The Metropolitan - In The Same Spirit Of Curiosity. Here Are The Works Of Man, Here Is An Art Of Man, Here Is The Eternal Pursuit Of Gold And Pleasure. I Couldn't Be More Sincere. This Doesn't Mean That If I Go To La Scala In Milan To Hear Carmen I Want To Get Up On The Stage And Participate. I Do Not. Neither Do I Always Participate In A Fine Representative National Whorehouse - But I Must See It As A Spectacle, An Offering, A Symptom Of A Nation.

They've Great Respect For The Dead In Hollywood, But None For The Living.