All our science is just a cookery book, with an orthodox theory of cooking that nobody's allowed to question, and a list of recipes that mustn't be added to except by special permission from the head cook.

The sum of evil, Pascal remarked, would be much diminished if men could only learn to sit quietly in their rooms.

Reality, no matter how utopian, seems to be something people need to frequently take a holiday from.

The ductless glands secrete among other things our moods, our aspirations, our philosophy of life.

The natural rhythm of human life is routine punctuated by orgies.

Nothing — the only perfection, the only absolute. Infinite and eternal nothing.

There are few who would not rather be taken in adultery than in provocation.