Desire presses ever forward unsubdued.

The madman is a dreamer awake

In matters of sexuality we are at present, every one of us, ill or well, nothing but hypocrites.

The voice of the intellect is soft one, but it does not rest until it has gained a hearing. Ultimately, after endless rebuffs, it succeeds. This is one of the few points in which one may be optimistic about the future of mankind.

He does not believe that does not live according to his belief.

I no longer believe that William Shakespeare the actor from Stratford was the author of the works that have been ascribed to him.

The game replaces sexual enjoyment by pleasure in movement.