Moral qualities rule the world, but at short distances the senses are despotic.

How much more sensuality invites to art than does sentimentality.

"I could walk with Jack [John F. Kennedy] into a room full of a hundred women," fellow Congressman and friend Frank Thompson said, "and at least eighty-five of them would be willing to sacrifice their honor and everything else if they could get into a pad with him."

He could distinguish the approach of Milly like that of a police car from a long way off. Whistles instead of sirens warned him of her coming.

Attraction eludes control so stubbornly that whole societies designed to organize relationships among people cannot keep order, not even when they bind people to one another from childhood and raise them together.

Sensuality, too, which used to show itself coarse, smiling, unmasked, and unmistakable, is now serious, analytic, and so burdened with a sense of its responsibilities that it passes muster half the time as a new type of asceticism.

The delights of sight and hearing and touch will bear thy delight.