I Adore The Struggle You Carry In

Analysis Does Not Take Into Account The Creative Products Of Neurotic Desires.

The Inner Chambers Of The Soul Are Like The Photographer's Darkroom. Like A Laboratory. One Cannot Stay There All The Time Or It Becomes The Solitary Cell Of The Neurotic.

Physical Experiences, Lacking The Joys Of Love, Depend On Twists And Perversions Of Pleasure. Abnormal Pleasures Kill The Taste For Normal Ones.

Your Eyes Make Me Shy

Through Love, Through Friendship, A Heart Lives More Than One Life.