An unmanly sort of man whose love life seems to have been largely confined to crying in laps and playing mouse.

The only way to spend New Year's Eve is either quietly with friends or in a brothel. Otherwise when the evening ends and people pair off, someone is bound to be left in tears.

All sins tend to be addictive, and the terminal point of addiction is damnation.

It is nonsense to speak of 'higher' and 'lower' pleasures. To a hungry man it is, rightly, more important that he eat than that he philosophize.

Genealogies are admirable things, provided they do not encourage the curious delusion that some families are older than others.

Now is the age of anxiety.

Adjectives are the potbelly of poetry.