My life is a discipline, a prison: I live for my own work, without which I am nothing.

If they substituted the word 'Lust' for 'Love' in the popular songs it would come nearer the truth.

The claw of the magnolia, drunk on its own scents, asks nothing of life.

That is salvation. To give of love inside. To keep love of life, no matter what, and give to others. Generously.

I am inhabited by a cry. Nightly it flaps out Looking, with its hooks, for something to love.

Stars open among the lilies. Are you not blinded by such expressionless sirens? This is the silence of astounded souls.

A man's world is different from a woman's world and a man's emotions are different from a woman's emotions and only marriage can bring the two different sets of emotions together properly.