If Art Is Not To Be Life-enhancing,

Death Does Frame A Person And Somehow It Is The Good That Stays.

A House That Does Not Have One Warm, Comfy Chair In It Is Soulless.

Without Anxiety Life Would Have Very Little Savor.

Without Darkness, Nothing Comes To Birth, As Without Light, Nothing Flowers.

He [the Cat] Wound Himself Around Her Legs, Purring The Purr Of Ardent Desire Like A Kettle Coming To A Boil And Then Bubbling Very Fast.