A woman waits for me, she contains all, nothing is lacking, Yet all were lacking if sex were lacking, or if the moisture of the right man were lacking.

Let that which stood in front go behind, let that which was behind advance to the front, let bigots, fools, unclean persons, offer new propositions, let the old propositions be postponed.

I am larger, better than I thought; I did not know I held so much goodness.

Here is not merely a nation but a teeming nation of nations.

I exist as I am, that is enough.

The Americans, like the English, probably make love worse than any other race.

And a mouse is miracle enough to stagger sextillions of infidels.