Pleasure only starts once the worm has got into the fruit, to become delightful happiness must be tainted with poison.

Pleasure only starts once the worm has got into the fruit, to become delightful happiness must be tainted with poison.

As clouds are blown away by the wind, the thirst for material pleasures will be driven away by the utterance read more

As clouds are blown away by the wind, the thirst for material pleasures will be driven away by the utterance of the Lord's name.

To love another person is to see the face of God.

To love another person is to see the face of God.

For one human being to love another: that is perhaps the most difficult of our tasks; the ultimate, the last read more

For one human being to love another: that is perhaps the most difficult of our tasks; the ultimate, the last test and proof, the work for which all other work is but preparation.

Man must evolve for all human conflict a method which rejects revenge, aggression and retaliation. the foundation of such a read more

Man must evolve for all human conflict a method which rejects revenge, aggression and retaliation. the foundation of such a method is love.

In everything, satiety closely follows the greatest pleasures.

In everything, satiety closely follows the greatest pleasures.

What is passion? It is surely the becoming of a person. Are we not, for most of our lives, marking read more

What is passion? It is surely the becoming of a person. Are we not, for most of our lives, marking time? Most of our being is at rest, unlived. In passion, the body and the spirit seek expression outside of self. Passion is all that is other from self. Sex is only interesting when it releases passion. The more extreme and the more expressed that passion is, the more unbearable does life seem without it. It reminds us that if passion dies or is denied, we are partly dead and that soon, come what may, we will be wholly so.

Nay, but Jack, such eyes! such eyes! so innocently wild! so bashfully irresolute! Not a glance but speaks and kindles read more

Nay, but Jack, such eyes! such eyes! so innocently wild! so bashfully irresolute! Not a glance but speaks and kindles some thought of love! Then, Jack, her cheeks! her cheeks, Jack! so deeply blushing at the insinuations of her tell-tale eyes! Then, Jack, her lips! O, Jack, lips smiling at their own discretion! and, if not smiling, more sweetly pouting -- more lovely in sullenness! Then, Jack, her neck! O, Jack, Jack!

Better to have loved a short man than never to have loved a tall.

Better to have loved a short man than never to have loved a tall.