Perhaps there are only a few women who experience without deception the overwhelming intoxication of the senses which they expectfrom their encounters with men, which they feel bound to expect because of the fuss made about it in novels, written by men.

There is no art without Eros.

If the going is getting too easy, maybe you're going downhill!

All that remains is the mad desire for present identity through a woman.

Strictly speaking, every citizen above a certain level of income is guilty of some offense.

If anyone has a conscience it's generally a guilty one.

Either marriage is a destiny, I believe, or there is no sense in it at all, it's a piece of humbug.