I dream of vague shapes that hint of my heart's desire.
The real secrets are not the ones I tell.
Amazing that the human race has taken enough time out from thinking about food or sex to create the arts and sciences.
Lonely people keep up a ceaseless flow of commentary on themselves.
Habit keeps my life going, with occasional pushes from desire.
Prudence does not make people happy; it merely deprives them of the excitement of being constantly in trouble.