Ordinary Morality Is Only For

I Can Imagine Myself On My Death-bed, Spent Utterly With Lust To Touch The Next World, Like A Boy Asking For His First Kiss From A Woman.

It Is The Mark Of The Mind Untrained To Take Its Own Processes As Valid For All Men, And Its Own Judgments For Absolute Truth.

Tell The Truth, But Lead So Improbable A Life That The Truth Will Never Be Believed.

A Madhouse Of Frenzied Moneymaking And Frenzied Pleasure-seeking, With None Of The Corners Chipped Off. It Is Beautifully Situatedand The Air Reminds One Curiously Of Edinburgh.

The Few Love Affairs Which Had Come My Way Had Been Rather Silly And Sordid. They Had Not Revealed The Possibilities Of Love; In Fact I Had Thought It A Somewhat Overrated Pleasure, A Brief And Brutal Blindness With Boredom And Disgust Hard On Its Heels.