Too Chaste An Adolescence Makes For A

Whither Should We Aim If Not Towards God?

Obsessions Of The Orient, Of The Desert, Of Its Ardor And Its Emptiness, Of The Shadows Of Palm Gardens, Of The Garments White And Wide - Obsessions Where The Senses Go Berserk, Where Nerves Are Exasperated, And Which Made Me, At The Onset Of Each Night, Believe Sleep Impossible.

Often The Best In Us Springs From The Worst In Us.

Families, I Hate You! Shut-in Homes, Closed Doors, Jealous Possessors Of Happiness

The Most Beaten Paths Are Certainly The Surest, But Do Not Hope To Start Much Game On Them.