The man who says his evening prayer is a captain posting his sentinels. He can sleep.
The beautiful is always bizarre.
The unique and supreme voluptuousness of love lies in the certainty of committing evil. And men and women know from birth that in evil is found all sensual delight.
I am the vampire at my own veins.
There are some temptations which are so strong that they must be virtues.
Soon we will plunge ourselves into cold shadows, and all of summer's stunning afternoons will be gone. I already hear the dead thuds of logs below falling on the cobblestones and the lawn.