But You're Beautiful, And The Beautiful Should

If Jealousy Was The Vindaloo Of Love, I'd Imagined Her Tongue Burning, And Such A Fire Forcing Her To Spill Her Truth.

I Began To Enjoy My Own Generosity; I Felt The Pleasure Of Pleasing Others, Especially As This Was Accompanied By Money-power. I Was Paying For Them; They Were Grateful, They Had To Be; And They Could No Longer See Me As A Failure.

If You Never Left Anything Or Anyone There Would Be No Room For The New. Naturally, To Move On Is An Infidelity -- To Others, To The Past, To Old Notions Of Oneself. Perhaps Every Day Should Contain At Least One Essential Infidelity Or Necessary Betrayal. It Would Be An Optimistic, Hopeful Act, Guaranteeing Belief In The Future -- A Declaration That Things Can Be Not Only Different But Better.

Nothing Can Be Repaired Or Advanced But Only Accepted

If You Get Depressed, You Can Be Stuck For Months; If You Have An Analyst, You At Least Have A Chance Of Getting Out Of It Faster.