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

Since Mozart's day composers have learned the art of making music throatily and palpitatingly sexual.

Chastity - the most unnatural of all the sexual perversions.

Wild inside; raging, writhing—yes, "writhing" was the word, writhing with desire. But outwardly he was hopelessly tame; outwardly—baa, baa, baa.

In the course of history many more people have died for their drink and their dope than have died for their religion or their country.

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

Actual happiness always looks pretty squalid in comparison with the over-compensations for misery.