In An Age That Is Utterly Corrupt,

The Most Fortunate Of Persons Is He Who Has The Most Means To Satisfy His Vagaries.

Happiness Is Ideal, It Is The Work Of The Imagination.

Nothing We Can Do Outrages Nature Directly. Our Acts Of Destruction Give Her New Vigour And Feed Her Energy, But None Of Our Wreckings Can Weaken Her Power.

Sex Is As Important As Eating Or Drinking And We Ought To Allow The One Appetite To Be Satisfied With As Little Restraint Or False Modesty As The Other.

I Am About To Put Foward Some Major Ideas; They Will Be Heard And Pondered. If Not All Of Them Please, Surely A Few Will; In Some Sort, Then, I Shall Have Contributed To The Progress Of Our Age, And Shall Be Content.