They have been eating muffins. That looks like repentance

In married life three is company and two none.

I have the kiss of Walt Whitman still on my lips

And what sort of lives do these people, who pose as being moral, lead themselves? My dear fellow, you forget that we are in the native land of the hypocrite.

I am afraid that woman appreciate cruelty, downright cruelty, more than anything else. They have wonderfully primitive instincts. We have emancipated them, but they remain slaves looking for their masters, all the same. They love being dominated.

Well, I can't eat muffins in an agitated manner. The butter would probably get on my cuffs.

I made art a philosophy, and philosophy an art.