The Source Of Sexual Power Is Curiosity,

Nothing Too Long Imagined Can Be Perfect In A Wordly Way.

We Don't See Things As They Are, We See Them As We Are.

In The World Of The Dreamer There Was Solitude: All The Exaltations And Joys Came In The Moment Of Preparation For Living. They Took Place In Solitude. But With Action Came Anxiety, And The Sense Of Insuperable Effort Made To Match The Dream, And With It Came Weariness, Discouragement, And The Flight Into Solitude Again. And Then In Solitude, In The Opium Den Of Remembrance, The Possibility Of Pleasure Again.

Gold Never Comes To The Dreamers - Except In Dreams.

The Self Is Merely The Lens Through Which We See Others And The World.