Travelers, There Is No Path, Paths Are

Those Who Deny The Existence Of The Truth Postulate The Truth Of Their Denial And Plainly Contradict Themselves.

The Only Living Language Is The Language In Which We Think And Have Our Being.

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.

By Walking One Makes The Road, And Upon Glancing Behind Sees The Path

What Have You Done With The Garden That Was Entrusted To You?