It is in moments of illness that we are compelled to recognize that we live not alone but chained to a creature of a different kingdom whole worlds apart who has no knowledge of us and by whom it is impossible to make ourselves understood: our body.
Every reader finds himself. The writer's work is merely a kind of optical...
But the wicked passions of men's hearts alone seem strong enough to leave...
It's sad that the most glorious of sexual experiences can make us feel guilty ashamed embarrassed and abnormal.
