Life is livable because we know that wherever we go most of the people we meet will be restrained in their actions towards us by an almost instinctive network of taboos.

The romantic embrace can only be compared with music and with prayer.

The great writer finds style as the mystic finds God, in his own soul.

Of woman as a real human being, with sexual needs and sexual responsibilities, morality has often known nothing.

Even the most scientific investigator in science, the most thoroughgoing Positivist, cannot dispense with fiction; he must at least make use of categories, and they are already fictions, analogical fictions, or labels, which give us the same pleasure as children receive when they are told the "name" of a thing.

What we call progress is the exchange of one nuisance for another nuisance.

No act can be quite so intimate as the sexual embrace.