Love Joins And Then Divides.

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

An Idea Is Like A Rare Bird Which Cannot Be Seen. What One Sees Is The Trembling Of The Branch It Has Just Left.

Truth Is A Woman. That Is Why It Is Enigmatic.

Very Few People Realise That Sex Is A Psychic And Not A Physical Act. The Clumsy Coupling Of Human Beings Is Simply A Biological Paraphrase Of This Truth - A Primitive Method Of Introducing Minds To Each Other, Engaging Them. But Most People Are Stuck In The Physical Aspect, Unaware Of The Poetic Rapport Which It So Clumsily Tries To Teach.

Life, The Raw Material, Is Only Lived In Potentia Until The Artist Deploys It In His Work.