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

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.

There was a thing called Heaven; but all the same they used to drink enormous quantities of alcohol.

Blood of the world, time staunchless flows; The wound is mortal and is mine.

Each person is at each moment capable of remembering all that has ever happened to him and of perceiving everything that is happening everywhere in the universe.

You all remember, I suppose, that beautiful and inspired saying of Our Ford's: History is bunk.

I have always found that Angels have the vanity to speak of themselves as the only wise.