Act Quickly, Think Slowly.

Bollocks Have Never Frightened Me. I'll Eat A Bollock Any Time.

Men Ought To Become More Conscious Of Their Bodies As Objects Of Delight.

Reading Was My First Solitary Vice (and Led To All Others). I Read While I Ate, I Read In The Loo, I Read In The Bath. When I Was Supposed To Be Sleeping, I Was Reading.

Developing The Muscles Of The Soul Demands No Competitive Spirit, No Killer Instinct, Although It May Erect Pain Barriers That The Spiritual Athlete Must Crash Through.

Every Time A Woman Makes Herself Laugh At Her Husband's Often-told Jokes She Betrays Him. The Man Who Looks At His Woman And Says 'what Would I Do Without You?' Is Already Destroyed.