My Problem Lies In Reconciling My Gross

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

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.

I Can't Imagine Anything More Stressful Than Monogamy.

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

It Is A Mistake To Think You Cant Be Hurt If You Don't Care