The Expulsion from Eden is an act of vindictive womanish spite; the Fall of Man, as recounted in the Bible, comes nearer to the Fall of God.
The artist is a member of the leisured classes who cannot pay for his leisure.
When I write after dark the shades of evening scatter their purple through my prose.
We are all serving a life sentence in the dungeon of the self.
Idleness is only a coarse name for my infinite capacity for living in the present.
No one can achieve Serenity until the glare of passion is past the meridian.