An Improper Mind Is A Perpetual Feast.

Self-respecting People Do Not Care To Peep At Their Reflections In Unexpected Mirrors, Or To See Themselves As Others See Them.

Our Names Are Labels, Plainly Printed On The Bottled Essence Of Our Past Behavior.

Only Among People Who Think No Evil Can Evil Monstrously Flourish.

Money And Sex Are Forces Too Unruly For Our Reason; They Can Only Be Controlled By Taboos With Which We Tamper At Our Peril.

To Become Young Again Would Seem To Me An Appalling Prospect. Youth Is A Kind Of Delirium, Which Can Be Cured, If It Is Ever Cured At All, By Years Of Painful Treatment.