We often mistake the original part of ourselves for a weakness.

Many have attempted unnatural acts, but Nature has always shown the way.

A Museum of fetishes would give special attention to the history of underwear.

Young poets bewail the passing of love; old poets, the passing of time. There is surprisingly little difference.

Young girls giggle with nervous delight at the erections they inspire.

Children use all their wiles to get their way with adults. Adults do the same with children.

The avant-garde is now stranded in the past.