Sunday, The Day For The Language Of

The First Thing A Proprietor Learns, And Painfully At That, Is: Trust Is Fine, But Control Is Better.

Sunday, The Day For The Language Of Leisure.

I Do Not Want To Have The Feeling Of Writing "for Eternity," So To Speak.

Love Points The Way. Desire Is Its Ignorant Advisor.

It Is Not Enough ... Simply To Surrender Oneself Brainlessly To Love, When It Knocks At The Door, One Must Also Calculate Because Of Later Life, Which Does Sometimes Follow.