Passing into higher forms of desire, that which slumbered in the
plant, and fitfully stirred in the beast, awakes read more

Passing into higher forms of desire, that which slumbered in the
plant, and fitfully stirred in the beast, awakes in the man.

Desire is the essence of a man.

Desire is the essence of a man.

Serendipity. Look for something, find something else, and realize that what you've found is more suited to your needs than read more

Serendipity. Look for something, find something else, and realize that what you've found is more suited to your needs than what you thought you were looking for.

Methinks I have a great desire to a bottle of hay. Good hay,
sweet hay, hath no fellow.

Methinks I have a great desire to a bottle of hay. Good hay,
sweet hay, hath no fellow.

You can have anything you want if you want it desperately enough. You must want it with an inner exuberance read more

You can have anything you want if you want it desperately enough. You must want it with an inner exuberance that erupts through the skin and joins the energy that created the world.

Manifest plainness, embrace simplicity, reduce selfishness, have few desires.

Manifest plainness, embrace simplicity, reduce selfishness, have few desires.

The desire of the man is for the woman, but the desire of the woman is for the desire of read more

The desire of the man is for the woman, but the desire of the woman is for the desire of the man.

Passion, it lies in all of us, sleeping... waiting... and though unwanted... unbidden... it will stir... open its jaws and read more

Passion, it lies in all of us, sleeping... waiting... and though unwanted... unbidden... it will stir... open its jaws and howl. It speaks to us... guides us... passion rules us all, and we obey. What other choice do we have? Passion is the source of our finest moments. The joy of love... the clarity of hatred... and the ecstasy of grief. It hurts sometimes more than we can bear. If we could live without passion maybe we'd know some kind of peace... but we would be hollow... Empty rooms shuttered and dank. Without passion we'd be truly dead.

A woman's appetite is twice that of a man's; her sexual desire, four times; her intelligence, eight times

A woman's appetite is twice that of a man's; her sexual desire, four times; her intelligence, eight times