Nietzche . . . he was a confirmed Life Force worshipper. It was he who raked up the Superman, who is as old as Prometheus; and the 20th century will run after this newest of the old crazes when it gets tired of the world, the flesh, and your humble servant.

Most married couples spend the whole day apart, the woman in the house, the man in the office or study or workshop.

If a group of beings from another planet were to land on Earth - beings who considered themselves as superior to you as you feel yourself to be to other animals - would you concede them the rights over you that you assume over other animals?

Why should we take advice on sex from the pope? If he knows anything about it, he shouldn't!

You are my inspiration and my folly. You are my light across the sea, my million nameless joys, and my day's wage. You are my divinity, my madness, my selfishness, my transfiguration and purification. You are my rapscallionly fellow vagabond, my tempter and star. I want you.

A photographer is like a cod, which produces a million eggs in order that one may reach maturity.

Must then a Christ perish in torment in every age to save those that have no imagination.