It Is Only To The Happy That

When We Relate To Our Bodies As Having Soul, We Attend To Their Beauty, Their Poetry And Their Expressiveness. Our Very Habit Of Treating The Body As A Machine, Whose Muscles Are Like Pulleys And Its Organs Engines, Forces Its Poetry Underground, So That We Experience The Body As An Instrument And See Its Poetics Only In Illness.

I Thought That The Light-house Looked Lovely As Hope, That Star On Life's Tremulous Ocean.

The Ordinary Acts We Practice Every Day At Home Are Of More Importance To The Soul Than Their Simplicity Might Suggest.

The Problem In Narcissism Is Not The High Ideals And Ambitions, It's The Difficulty One Encounters When Trying To Give Them Body.

A Pretty Wife Is Something For The Fastidious Vanity Of A Roue To Retire Upon.