Maybe When People Longed For A Thing

I Was Like A Cat Always Climbing The Wrong Tree.

The Curt Truth Is That, In A Deep Secret Way, The State Of Being Beloved Is Intolerable To Many. The Beloved Fears And Hates The Lover, And With The Best Of Reasons. For The Lover Is Forever Trying To Strip Bare His Beloved. The Lover Craves Any Possible Relation With The Beloved, Even If This Experience Can Cause Him Only Pain.

A Most Mediocre Person Can Be The Object Of A Love Which Is Wild, Extravagant, And Beautiful As The Poison Lillies Of The Swamp.

Passion Is More Important Than Justice.

It Was Better To Be In A Jail Where You Could Bang The Walls Than In A Jail You Could Not See.