Sex Is The Sacred Song Of The

Having To Talk Destroys The Symphony Of Silence.

To Knot A Sentence Up Properly, It Has To Be Thought Out Carefully, And Revised. New Phrases Have To Be Put In; Sudden Changes Of Subject Must Be Introducted; Verbs Must Be Shifted To Unsuspected Localities; Short Words Must Be Excised With Ruthless Hand; Archaisms Must Be Sprinkled Like Sugar-plums Upon The Concoction; The Fatal Human Tendency To Say Things Straightforwardly Must Be Detected And Defeated By Adroit Reversals; And, If A Glimmer Of Meaning Yet Remain Under Close Scrutiny, It Must Be Removed By Replacing All The Principal Verbs By Paraphrases In Some Dead Language.

Morality Can Muddle Mystical Understanding And Virtue Is Only Necessary In So Far As It Favours Success. All Wisdom Must Be Encompassed In Order To Achieve Enlightenment.

When You Have Proved That God Is Merely A Name For The Sex Instinct, It Appears To Me Not Far To The Perception That The Sex Instinct Is God.

Roughly Speaking, Any Man With Energy And Enthusiasm Ought To Be Able To Bring At Least A Dozen Others Round To His Opinion In The Course Of A Year No Matter How Absurd That Opinion Might Be. We See Every Day In Politics, In Business, In Social Life, Large Masses Of People Brought To Embrace The Most Revolutionary Ideas, Sometimes Within A Few Days. It Is All A Question Of Getting Hold Of Them In The Right Way And Working On Their Weak Points.