What do you want a meaning for? Life is a desire, not a meaning.
Remember, you can always stoop and pick up nothing.
Tomorrow, the birds will sing. Be brave. Face life.
In this book I do not intend to give a blow-by-blow description of a sex bout: I find them inartistic, clinical and unpoetic. The circumstances that lead up to sex I find more interesting.
Simplicity of approach is always best.
The saddest thing I can imagine is to get used to luxury. [and therefore not appreciate it fully or be grateful for it every moment.]