"I do," she said, "It's an animal passion for the purpose of populating the earth.

And if you ask me, I think it is rather a dirty trick on the part of God." "You don't mean that," he said, distressed.
She laughed again merrily, and slipped her hand into his under the rug.
"Peter," she said--"there, am I not good?
You aren't made to worry about these things.

I don't know that anyone is.

We can't help ourselves, and the best thing is to take our pleasures when we can find them.

I suppose you'll be shocked at me, but I'm not going to pretend.