... The Progress Of The

Travelling Is Like A Novel: It's What Happens That Counts.

Nature Has Not Changed. The Night Is Still Unsullied, The Stars Still Twinkle, And The Wild Thyme Smells As Sweetly Now As It Did Then ... We May Be Afflicted And Unhappy, But No One Can Take From Us The Sweet Delight Which Is Nature's Gift To Those Who Love Her And Her Poetry.

Sex Is The Most Respectable And Holy Thing In All Creation, The Most Serious Act In Life.

I'm Beginning To Believe That There Are Angels Disguised As Men Who Pass Themselves Off As Such And Who Inhabit The Earth For A While To Console And Lift Up With Them Toward Heaven The Poor, Exhausted And Saddened Souls Who Were Ready To Perish Here Below.

When I Tried To Draw Near, You Dissolved Into Air Before My Lips Could Touch You...