Genius Is A Strong Aphrodisiac.

Nothing You Write Is Ever Lost To You. At Some Other Level Your Mind Is Working On It.

Love Is Serene And Calm

Poems, Like Dreams, Are A Sort Of Royal Road To The Unconscious. They Tell You What Your Secret Self Cannot Express.

Of All The Foolish Fears Of Humankind, Fear Of The Future Is By Far The Most Foolish.

We Are Finally Driven To Monogamy Not By Morality But By Exhaustion.