It was a peculiar combination of old-maidishness and licentiousness that made Cutter seem so despicable.
It was strange to see that the good shrank not from the wicked, nor were the sinners abashed by the saints.
A person can’t exist without morals. I wouldn’t doubt if morals weren’t the very balance to my simultaneity.
No ties now, and certainly no morality. How could morality be an issue to a man cut loose and drifting?
Morality, as well as the sense of taste, is relative.