Fear is danger to your body, but disgust is danger to your soul.

habit, a particularly insidious thug who chokes passion and smothers love. Habit puts us on autopilot.

A flower's fragrance declares to all the world that it is fertile, available, and desirable, its sex organs oozing with nectar. Its smell reminds us in vestigial ways of fertility, vigor, life-force, all the optimism, expectancy, and passionate bloom of youth. We inhale its ardent aroma and, no matter what our ages, we feel young and nubile in a world aflame with desire.

I'm certainly not opposed to digital technology, whose graces I daily enjoy and rely on in so many ways. But I worry about our virtual blinders.

Violets smell like burnt sugar cubes that have been dipped in lemon and velvet.

The heart is a museum, filled with the exhibits of a lifetime's loves.

Adventure is not something you travel to find. It's something you take with you, or you're not going to find it when you arrive.