The Art Of Making Love, Muffled Up

I Would Much Rather Be Found Guilty Of Making A Serious Mistake In Judgment, Than To Be Accused Of Being Even A Little Bit Insincere.

I Inhabit A Weak, Frail, Decayed Tenement; Battered By The Winds And Broken In On By The Storms, And, From All I Can Learn, The Landlord Does Not Intend To Repair.

There Are Three Points Of Doctrine The Belief Of Which Forms The Foundation Of All Morality. The First Is The Existence Of God; The Second Is The Immortality Of The Human Soul; And The Third Is A Future State Of Rewards And Punishments. Suppose It Possible For A Man To Disbelieve Either Of These Three Articles Of Faith And That Man Will Have No Conscience, He Will Have No Other Law Than That Of The Tiger Or The Shark. The Laws Of Man May Bind Him In Chains Or May Put Him To Death, But They Never Can Make Him Wise, Virtuous, Or Happy.

The Natural State Of Mankind ... And I Know That This Is A Controversial Idea... Is Freedom... And The Proof Is The Lengths To Which A Man, Woman, Or Child Will Go To Regain It Once Lost. He Will Break Loose His Chains. He Will Decimate His Enemies. He Will Try And Try And Try Again, Against All Odds, Against All Prejudices.

The Public History Of All Countries, And All Ages, Is But A Sort Of Mask, Richly Colored. The Interior Working Of The Machinery Must Be Foul.