To arrive where you are, to get from where you are not / You must go by a way wherein there is no ecstasy.
Tradition: how the vitality of the past enriches the life of the present.
Uncorseted, her friendly bust Gives promise of pneumatic bliss.
What have we given? My friend, blood shaking my heart The awful daring of a moment's surrender Which an age of prudence can never retract By this, and this only, we have existed.
The work of creation is never without travail.
Before a cat will condescend to treat you as a trusted friend, some little token of esteem is needed, like a dish of cream.