Be Confident Small Immortals. You Are Not

Sexual Appetite, Like Any Other Appetite, Grows By Indulgence

Never Exaggerate. Never Say More Than You Really Mean.

Humans Are Very Seldom Either Totally Sincere Or Totally Hypocritical. Their Moods Change, Their Motives Are Mixed, And They Are Often Quite Mistaken As To What Their Motives Are.

My Will, Shall Become Your Will. My Heart, Shall Become Your Heart.

Slowly, Quietly, Like Snow-flakes—like The Small Flakes That Come When It Is Going To Snow All Night —little Flakes Of Me, My Impressions, My Selections, Are Settling Down On The Image Of Her. The Real Shape Wil Be Quite Hidden In The End.