The One Who Travels Like A Lover

How Wrong It Is For A Woman To Expect The Man To Build The World She Wants, Rather Than To Create It Herself.

Introspection Is A Devouring Monster. You Have To Feed It With Much Material, Much Experience, Many People, Many Places, Many Loves, Many Creations, And Then It Ceases Feeding On You.

Physical Experiences, Lacking The Joys Of Love, Depend On Twists And Perversions Of Pleasure. Abnormal Pleasures Kill The Taste For Normal Ones.

We Sit On The Kitchen Exchanging These Diabolical Outgrowths Of Overfertile Minds.

Death From Disillusion Is Not Instantaneous, And There Are No Mercy Killers For The Disillusioned.