Who knows the power that Saturn has over us, or Venus? But it is a vital power, rippling exquisitely through us all the time.

Since obscenity is the truth of our passion today, it is the only stuff of art -- or almost the only stuff.

We have lost the art of living, and in the most important science of all, the science of daily life, the science of behavior, we are complete ignoramuses. We have psychology instead.

Ethics and equity and the principles of justice do not change with the calendar.

Now the only decent way to get something done is to get it done by somebody who quite likes doing it.

He who gets nearer the sun is leader, the aristocrat of aristocrats, or he who, like Dostoevsky, gets nearest the moon of our non-being.

Be sure your sins will find you out, especially if you're married and her name's Bertha