A Book Is A Garden,

How Little Remains Of The Man I Once Was, Save The Memory Of Him! But Remembering Is Only A New Form Of Suffering.

Dancing Can Reveal All The Mystery That Music Conceals.

The More A Man Cultivates The Arts The Less He Fornicates. A More And More Apparent Cleavage Occurs Between The Spirit And The Brute.

My Soul Travels On The Smell Of Perfume Like The Souls Of Other Men On Music.

Unable To Suppress Love, The Church Wanted At Least To Disinfect It, And It Created Marriage.