The Holy Guardian Angel Is

If One Had To Worry About One's Actions In Respect Of Other People's Ideas, One Might As Well Be Buried Alive In An Antheap Or Married To An Ambitious Violinist. Whether That Man Is The Prime Minister, Modifying His Opinions To Catch Votes, Or A Bourgeois In Terror Lest Some Harmless Act Should Be Misunderstood And Outrage Some Petty Convention, That Man Is An Inferior Man And I Do Not Want To Have Anything To Do With Him Any More Than I Want To Eat Canned Salmon.

The Word Of Sin Is Restriction

She Knew That She Belonged To This Man, Body And Soul. Every Trace Of Shame Departed; It Was Burnt Out By The Fire That Consumed Her. She Gave Him A Thousand Opportunities; She Fought To Turn His Words To Serious Things. He Baffled Her With His Shallow Smile And Ready Tongue, That Twisted All Topics To Triviality. By Six O'clock She Was Morally On Her Knees Before Him; She Was Imploring Him To Stay To Dinner With Her. He Refused.

Love Stories Are Only Fit For The Solace Of People In The Insanity Of Puberty. No Healthy Adult Human Being Can Really Care Whether So-and-so Does Or Does Not Succeed In Satisfying His Physiological Uneasiness By The Aid Of Some Particular Person Or Not.

Love Is The Only Principle Which Makes Life Tolerable.