Whatever The Heart Desires, It Purchases At

Science Is The Poetry Of The Intellect And Poetry The Science Of The Heart's Affections.

She Took Kisses Like So Many Coats Of Paint […] How Long And How Vainly I Searched For Excuses Which Might Make Her Amorality If Not Palatable At Lest Understandable. I Realize Now The Time I Wasted In This Way; Instead Of Enjoying Her And Turning Aside From These Preoccupations With The Thought, ‘she Is Untrustworthy As She Is Beautiful. She Takes Love As Plants Do Water, Lightly, Thoughtlessly.

The Memory Of Man Is As Old As Misfortune

I Have Done So Many Things In My Life," She Said To The Mirror. "evil Things, Perhaps. But Never Unattentively, Never Wastefully...was I Wrong?

Of Women, The Most We Can Say, Not Being Frenchmen, Is That They Are Burrowing Animals.