Asceticism without religion is just another way of cultivating peculiar sensations.
Our detachments move us toward freedom and death.
The Lady: a fluty voice, sensible shoes, a melancholy sense of living by rules few still remember.
The writer is always courted by invitations from the all-too- familiar.
Simplicity is a strict taskmaster.
I would like to be a figment of my own imagination, but belly and bowels will not permit.