American Women: How they mortify the flesh in order to make it appetizing! Their beauty is a vast industry, their enduring allure a discipline which nuns or athletes might find excessive.

Sex is the mysticism of materialism.

On television I feel like a man playing piano in a brothel; every now and again he solaces himself by playing 'Abide with Me' in the hope of edifying both the clients and the inmates

One of the many pleasures of old age is giving things up.

In retrospect, all these exercises in self-gratification seem pure fantasy, what Pascal called, licking the earth.

In the cycle of a great civilization, the artist begins as priest, and ends as a clown or buffoon.

Sex on the brain is the wrong place to have it.