Perhaps this is in the end what most marriages are - gentleness, memory, and habit.

A nation has honor precisely as it has fleas - on this or that body. The statesman who talks of honor - unless he means something else, quite different - is a rogue.

All pornography is to a degree sadistic - inevitably.

The hunger of the spirit for eternity - as fierce as a starving man's for bread - is much less a craving to go on living than a craving for redemption. Oh, and a protest against absurdity.

the sex even in serious pornography has less singularity than the mating of squirrels.

To reject censorship after studying the risks involved is very well. To reject it ex cathedra, in the tones of Calvin pronouncing a dogma, eyes and mind closed to the possible consequences, the even marginally possible, is to make things too comfortable for oneself.

The critic's hankering to be law-giver rather than servant of literature is irrepressible.