Men chase by night those they will not greet by day.
The prostitute is not, as feminists claim, the victim of men, but rather their conqueror, an outlaw, who controls the sexual channels between nature and culture
Leaving sex to the feminists is like letting your dog vacation at the taxidermist.
We must accept our pain Change what we can and laugh at the rest
Art is something out of the ordinary commenting on the ordinary.
It is capitalist America that produced the modern independent woman. Never in history have women had more freedom of choice in regard to dress, behavior, career, and sexual orientation.
If you live in rock and roll, as I do, you see the reality of sex, of male lust and women being aroused by male lust. It attracts women. It doesn't repel them.
Old school feminism, coveting social power, is blind to woman's cosmic sexual power.
Criticism at its best is re-creative, not spirit-killing.
Teenage boys, goaded by their surging hormones run in packs like the primal horde. They have only a brief season of exhilarating liberty between control by their mothers and control by their wives.
Beauty is our weapon against nature; by it we make objects, giving them limit, symmetry, proportion. Beauty halts and freezes the melting flux of nature.
Poetry is the way into a spiritual vision of society and the universe.
Straight men who visit prostitutes are valiantly striving to keep sex free from emotion, duty, family--in other words, from society, religion, and procreative Mother Nature.
Education has become a prisoner of contemporaneity. It is the past, not the dizzy present, that is the best door to the future.
The male orientation of classical Athens was inseparable from its genius. Athens became great not despite but because of its misogyny.
Western science is a product of the Apollonian mind: its hope is that by naming and classification, by the cold light of intellect, archaic night can be pushed back and defeated.
The western mind makes definitions; it draws lines.
Pornography is human imagination in tense theatrical action; its violations are a protest against the violations of our freedom by nature.
The Earth is littered with the ruins of empires that believed they were eternal.
We are merely one of a multitude of species upon which nature indiscriminately exerts its force. Nature has a master agenda we can only dimly know.
Nature is always pulling the rug out from under our pompous ideals.
Every reading is partial, but that does not absolve us from the quest for meaning, which defines us as a species.
Liberalism defines government as tyrant father but demands it behave as nurturant mother.
Twentieth-century physics, going full circle back to Heracleitus, postulates that all matter is in motion. In other words, there is no thing, only energy.
My advice, as in everything, is to read widely and think for yourself We need more dissent and less dogma.
Beauty is our escape from the murky flesh-envelope that imprisons us.
Sex is power.
Human beings are not nature's favorites. We are merely one of a multitude of species upon which nature indiscriminately exerts its force.
A woman simply is, but a man must become. Masculinity is risky and elusive. It is achieved by a revolt from woman, and it is confirmed only by other men.
The altar, as in pre-history, is anywhere you kneel.
All roads from Rousseau lead to Sade.
 a single person, but embrace the whole of her or his family romance. )
Love is a crowded theater, for as Harold Bloom remarks, “We can never embrace (sexually or otherwise) a single person, but embrace the whole of her or his family romance.
