Truth! stark naked truth, is the word, and I will not so much as take…

That delicate glutton, my nether mouth.

He was the universe to me, and all that was not him, was nothing to me.

All my foundation in virtue was no other than a total ignorance of vice.

I wrote it [Fanny Hill: or, the Memoirs of a Woman of Pleasure] to prove that one could write so freely about a woman of the town without resorting to the the coarseness the School of Venus [L'Ecole des Filles], which had quite plain …

Truth is irresistible. The vivacity of its coloring has quite a different effect from the daub of falsity or invention.

I feeling pretty sensibly that it was not going by the right door and knocking desperately at the wrong one, I told him of it: "Pooh," says he "my dear, any port in a storm."