In Eroticism As Dance: One Of The

Only A Literary Work That Reveals An Unknown Fragment Of Human Existence Has A Reason For Being.

Solitude: A Sweet Absence Of Looks.

Perhaps If They Had Stayed Together Longer, Sabina And Franz Would Have Begun To Understand The Words They Used. Gradually, Timorously, Their Vocabularies Would Have Come Together, Like Bashful Lovers, And The Music Of One Would Have Begun To Intersect With The Music Of The Other. But It Was Too Late Now.

Kitsch Excludes Everything From Its Purview Which Is Essentially Unacceptable In Human Existence.

Dogs Are Our Link To Paradise.