To The Moralist Prostitution Does

Sure, Nothing Succeeds Like Success. Fact Is, Dearest, We Are Fools. We Cling To An Ideal No One Wants Or Cares About. I Am The Greater Fool Of The Two Of Us. I Go On Eating Out My Heart And Poisoning Every Moment Of My Life In The Attempt To Rouse People's Sensibilities. At Least If I Could Do It With Closed Eyes. The Irony Is I See The Futility Of My Efforts And Yet I Can't Let Go.

There Is No Such Thing As A Good Government. There Never Was. There Can't Be.

Whether Our Reformers Admit It Or Not, The Economic And Social Inferiority Of Women Is Responsible For Prostitution.

Art Is A Part Of The Rebellion Against The Realities Of Its Unfulfilled Desire.

I Want Freedom, The Right To Self-expression , Everybody's Right To Beautiful, Radiant Things.