Societies In Decline Have No Use For

Shame Is The Lie Someone Told You About Yourself.

I Love The Abstract, Delicate, Profound, Vague, Voluptuously Wordless Sensation Of Living Ecstatically.

Your Eyes Make Me Shy

Jazz Is The Expression Of America's Romantic Self, Its Sensual Potency, Its Lyrical Force.

There Is A Resemblance Between Men And Women, Not A Contrast. When A Man Begins To Recognize His Feeling, The Two Unite. When Men Accept The Sensitive Side Of Themselves, They Come Alive.