Reclusive? The inner city will secure your privacy better than any desert cave.

I do not regret the folly of my youth, but the timidity.

When sages commend excess, Desire is sick.

My mind is led astray by every faint rustle.

Even in writing an annual report, the unconscious plays a role.

Astrology: do we make a hullabaloo among the stars, or do they make a hullabaloo down here?

Art seduces, but does not exploit.