There is a sixth sense, the natural religious sense, the sense of wonder.
How ravished one could be without ever being touched. Ravished by dead words become obscene and dead ideas become obsessions.
Morality which is based on ideas, or on an ideal, is an unmitigated evil.
What you intuitively desire, that is possible to you.
To the Puritan all things are impure, as somebody says.
Sleep is still most perfect, in spite of hygienists, when it is shared with a beloved.