By Walking One Makes The

Pathmaker, There Is No Path; You Make The Path By Walking, By Walking You Make The Path

The Truly Erotic Sensibility, In Evoking The Image Of Woman, Never Omits To Clothe It. The Robing And Disrobing: That Is The True Traffic Of Love.

Traveler, There Is No Path, The Path Must Be Forged As You Walk.

Man Would Be "otherwise." That's The Essence Of The Specifically Human.

I Thought My Fire Was Out, And Stirred The Ashes…. I Burnt My Fingers.