What am I? The modest narrator who accompanies your triumphs; the dancer who supports you when you rise in your lovely grace; the branch upon which you rest a moment when you are tired of flying; the...
Love has many positionings. Cordelia makes good progress. She is sitting on my lap, her arm twines, soft and warm, round my neck; she leans upon my breast, light, without gravity; the soft contours sc...
For I have trained myself and am training myself always to be able to dance lightly in the service of thought
What is existence for but to be laughed at if men in their twenties have already attained the utmost?
A 'no' does not hide anything, but a 'yes' very easily becomes a deception.
