I Crave The Indulgence Of My Senses

If There Is Anyone To Whom I Owe Money, I'm Prepared To Forget It If They Are.

I Crave The Indulgence Of My Senses But This Is Countered By An Interior Desire That Is Even Keener Than My Senses To Know The Meaning Of Things

I Enter A Whorehouse With The Same Interest As I Do The British Museum Or The Metropolitan - In The Same Spirit Of Curiosity. Here Are The Works Of Man, Here Is An Art Of Man, Here Is The Eternal Pursuit Of Gold And Pleasure. I Couldn't Be More Sincere. This Doesn't Mean That If I Go To La Scala In Milan To Hear Carmen I Want To Get Up On The Stage And Participate. I Do Not. Neither Do I Always Participate In A Fine Representative National Whorehouse - But I Must See It As A Spectacle, An Offering, A Symptom Of A Nation.

Has Every Oyster A Different Taste?

It Is Habit For Me To Discount Myself Before Somebody Else Does It For Me. Better To Get In The First Lick