Only the guy who isn't rowing has time to rock the boat.

In the crooks of your body$$$ I find my religon.

Once again love drives me on$$$ that loosener of limbs$$$ bittersweet creature against which nothing can be done.

The contemporary world has turned its back on the attempt and even on the desire to live reasonably.

Fashion is something barbarous$$$ for it produces innovation without reason and imitation without benefit.

It takes patience to appreciate domestic bliss; volatile spirits prefer unhappiness.

People are crying up the rich and variegated plumage of the peacock$$$ and he is himself blushing at the sight of his ugly feet.

Destruction$$$ hence$$$ like creation$$$ is one of Nature's mandates.

How can we ever lose interest in life? Spring has come again$$$ and cherry trees bloom in the mountains.

With passion$$$ pray. With passion$$$ make love. With passion$$$ eat and drink and dance and play. Why look like a dead fish in this ocean of God?