Sex Lies At The Root Of Life,

What We Call 'morals' Is Simply Blind Obedience To Words Of Command.

What We Call Progress Is The Exchange Of One Nuisance For Another Nuisance.

We Cannot Be Sure That We Ought Not To Regard The Most Criminal Country As That Which In Some Aspects Possesses The Highest Civilization.

Thinking In Its Lower Grades, Is Comparable To Paper Money, And In Its Higher Forms It Is A Kind Of Poetry.

The Sanitary And Mechanical Age We Are Now Entering Makes Up For The Mercy It Grants To Our Sense Of Smell By The Ferocity With Which It Assails Our Sense Of Hearing.