Sade has a curious ability to render every aspect of sexuality suspect, so that we see how the chaste kiss of the sentimental lover differs only in degree from the vampirish love-bite that draws blood, we understand that a disinterested caress is only quantitatively different from a disinterested flogging.

The clown may be the source of mirth, but - who shall make the clown laugh?

My paternal grandmother would not light a fire on the Sabbath and piled all Sunday's washing-up in a bucket, to be dealt with on Monday morning, because the Sabbath was a day of rest--a practice that made my paternal grandfather, the village atheist, as mad as fire. Nevertheless, he willed five quid to the minister, just to be on the safe side.

The child's laughter is pure until he first laughs at a clown.

Out of the frying pan into the fire! What is marriage but prostitution to one man instead of many? No different!

Home is where the heart is and hence a movable feast.

Pornography is a satire on human pretensions.