Love Is Purely A Creation Of The

There Are Only A Few Bits Of Absolute Knowledge In The World, People Can Learn Only One Or Two Fundamental Facts About Each Other, The Rest Is Decoration And Prejudice.

There Are So Many Things That We Are Capable Of, That We Could Be Or Do. The Potentialities Are So Great That We Never, Any Of Us, Are More Than One-fourth Fulfilled.

We Are Born Knowing Death.

Lovemaking Surely Must Be, For Human Beings At Our Present State Of Development, One Of The More Private Enterprises. Who Would Want A Witness To That Entire Self-abandonment And Helplessness?

There Has Been A Marvelous Joyous Carnival Of Mourning For Edith Piaf And Jean Coctaeau, And It Was Real! They Died As They Had Lived, With Style And Grace And Their Proper Eccentricity; And Paris Loves Anybody Who Can Live Anarchically And Be Delightful Entertainment At The Same Time. So Do I.