The first undressing of two lovers is a most special event.

There was a disturbance in my heart, a voice that spoke there and said, I want, I want, I want! It happened every afternoon, and when I tried to suppress it it got even stronger.

Facts always are sensational.

I've never turned over a fig leaf yet that didn't have a price tag on the other side.

A man must have limits and cannot give in to the wild desires to be everything and everyone and everything to everyone.

In here, the human bosom -- mine, yours, everybody's -- there isn't just one soul. There's a lot of souls. But there are two main ones, the real soul and a pretender soul. Now! Every man realizes that he has to love something or somebody. He feels that he must go outward. 'If thou canst not love, what art thou?' Are you with me?

Fun comes hard - like, alas, its prarens, pleasure and happiness, whom we have to pursue.