My Idea Of Paradise Is

I Want To Speak To The Despisers Of The Body. I Would Not Have Them Learn And Teach Differently, But Merely Say Farewell To Their Own Bodies-- And Thus Become Silent.

The Perfect Woman Is A Higher Type Of Humanity Than The Perfect Man, And Also Something Much Rarer. The Natural History Of Animals Furnishes Grounds In Support Of This Theory.

To The Mediocre, Mediocrity Is A Form Of Happiness.

It Seems To Me That To Take A Book Of Mine Into His Hands Is One Of The Rarest Distinctions That Anyone Can Confer Upon Himself. I Even Assume That He Removes His Shoes When He Does So-not To Speak Of Boots.

Thinking Evil Is Making Evil.