The creation by word-power of something out of nothing--what is that but magic? And, may I add, what is that but literature?

Hell isn't merely paved with good intentions; it's walled and roofed with them. Yes, and furnished too.

A love of nature keeps no factories busy.

Science in itself is morally neutral; it becomes good or evil according as it is applied.

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.

For what we think and feel and are is to a great extent determined by the state of our ductless glands and our viscera.

What with making their way and enjoying what they have won, heroes have no time to think. But the sons of heroes - ah, they have all the necessary leisure.