Every man carries his character in his brain.

You all know that, and act upon it when you have to deal with a man for sixpence; but your religious dogmas, which make out that everyman comes into the world equally brutish and fiendish, make you afraid to confess it.

I don't quarrel with a "douce" man like you, with a large organ of veneration, for following your bent.

But if I am fiery, with a huge cerebellum, why am I not to follow mine ?--For that is what you do, after all--what you like best.

It is all very easy for a man to talk of conquering his appetites, when he has none to conquer.