I Do Not Fight Against

Only He Who Loves And Is Loved For His Own Sake Can Be Happy, And What Produces That Happiness Is Not So Much The Sense Of Sexual Communion As Of Two People Being Together ... The Sexual Act Viewed As A Whole Probably Affords Less Happiness Than A Totally Ordinary Kiss Or Often Indeed One Simple Word From The One You Love.

Art And Order, The Relatives That Refuse To Relate.

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.

Every Day, A Piece Of Music, A Short Story, Or A Poem Dies Because Its Existence Is No Longer Justified In Our Time. And Things That Were Once Considered Immortal Have Become Mortal Again, No One Knows Them Anymore. Even Though They Deserve To Survive.

Love Points The Way. Desire Is Its Ignorant Advisor.