I was stirred only like a leaf in the wind, that is all. . .
Life is a full circle, widening until it joins the circle motions of the infinite.
The source of sexual power is curiosity, passion. You are watching its little flame die of asphyxiation.
We love best those who are, or act for us, a self we do not wish to be or act out.
To withhold from living is to die ... the more you give of yourself to life the more life nourishes you.
They courted the face on the screen, the face of translucence, the face of wax on which men found it possible to imprint the image of their fantasy.