Lust Is A Poor, Weak, Whimpering, Whispering

If They Won't Write The Kind Of Books We Like To Read We Shall Have To Write Them Ourselves.

You Cannot Study Pleasure In The Moment Of The Nuptial Embrace, Nor Repentance While Repenting, Nor Analyze The Nature Of Humour While Roaring With Laughter.

I Have Learned Now That While Those Who Speak About One's Miseries Usually Hurt, Those Who Keep Silence Hurt More.

All That Are In Hell, Choose It. Without That Self-choice There Could Be No Hell.

To Love At All Is To Be Vulnerable.