Now, a corpse, poor thing, is an untouchable and the process of decay is, of all pieces of bad manners, the vulgarest imaginable. For a corpse is, by definition, a person absolutely devoid of savoir vivre.

They're old; they're about God hundreds of years ago. Not about God now" "But God doesn't change" "Men do though

If Men and Women took their Pleasures as noisily as the Cats, what Londoner could ever hope to sleep of nights?

Sleep is the most blessed and blessing of all natural graces.

One believes things because one has been conditioned to believe them.

Where beauty is worshipped for beauty's sake as a goddess, independent of and superior to morality and philosophy, the most horrible putrefaction is apt to set in. The lives of the aesthetes are the far from edifying commentary on the religion of beauty.

If you want to write, keep cats.