Sex Is The Mysticism Of Materialism.

In The Cycle Of A Great Civilization, The Artist Begins As Priest, And Ends As A Clown Or Buffoon.

People Do Not Believe Lies Because They Have To, But Because They Want To.

Like A Prisoner Awaiting His Release, Like A Schoolboy When The End Of Term Is Near, Like A Migrant Bird Ready To Fly South ... I Long To Be Gone.

It Has To Be Admitted That We English Have Sex On The Brain, Which Is A Very Unsatisfactory Place To Have It.

It's A Sad Thing About Politics That Most People Get Power Too Late, In That They Differ From Ladies Of Easy Virtue Who Get Their Pleasures Too Early.