Redheaded women buck like goats.
The light music of whiskey falling into glasses made an agreeable interlude.
The studious silence of the library ... Thought is the thought of thought. Tranquil brightness.
Any object, intensely regarded, may be a gate of access to the incorruptible eons of the gods.
He found in the world without as actual what was in his world within as possible.
No pen, no ink, no table, no room, no time, no quiet, no inclination.