People Only See In Us The Contemptible

Of Women, The Most We Can Say, Not Being Frenchmen, Is That They Are Burrowing Animals.

A Taste Older Than Meat, Older Than Wine. A Taste As Old As Cold Water.

Our Inventions Mirror Our Secret Wishes.

Somewhere In The Heart Of Experience There Is An Order And A Coherence Which We Might Purprise If We Were Attentive Enough, Loving Enough, Or Patient Enough.

They Flower Spontaneously Out Of The Demands Of Our Natures - And The Best Of Them Lead Us Not Only Outward In Space, But Inward As Well.