Those Who Meant Well Behaved In The

Assembled In A Crowd, People Lose Their Powers Of Reasoning And Their Capacity For Moral Choice.

Real Orgies Are Never So Exciting As Pornographic Books. In A Volume By Pierre Louys All The Girls Are Young And Their Figures Perfect; There's No Hiccoughing Or Bad Breath, No Fatigue Or Boredom, No Sudden Recollections Of Unpaid Bills Or Business Letters Unanswered, To Interrupt The Raptures. Art Gives You The Sensation, The Thought, The Feeling Quite Pure--chemically Pure, I Mean,... Not Morally.

The Pleasures Of Ignorance Are As Great, In Their Way, As The Pleasures Of Knowledge.

My Father Considered A Walk Among The Mountains As The Equivalent Of Churchgoing.

Speed, It Seems To Me, Provides The One Genuinely Modern Pleasure.