...of All The Kinds Of Decay In

Even When We're With Someone We Love, We're Foolish Enough To Think Of Her Body And Soul As Being Separate. To Stand Before The Person We Love Is Not The Same As Loving Her True Self, For We Are Only Apt To Regard Her Physical Beauty As The Indispensable Mode Of Her Existence. When Time And Space Intervene, It Is Possible To Be Deceived By Both, But On The Other Hand, It Is Equally Possible To Draw Twice As Close To Her Real Self.

Actually The Action Called A Kiss Represented Nothing More For Me Than Some Place Where My Spirit Could Seek Shelter.

Beyond Doubt, There Was A Certain Splendor In Pain, Which Bore A Deep Affinity To The Splendor That Lies Hidden Within Strength.

By Means Of Microscopic Observation And Astronomical Projection The Lotus Flower Can Become The Foundation For An Entire Theory Of The Universe And An Agent Whereby We May Perceive Truth.

He Had Never Looked Forward To The Wisdom And Other Vaunted Benefits Of Old Age. Would He Be Able To Die Young—and If Possible Free Of All Pain? A Graceful Death—as A Richly Patterned Kimono, Thrown Carelessly Across A Polished Table, Slides Unobtrusively Down Into The Darkness Of The Floor Beneath. A Death Marked By Elegance.