The world was made in order to result in a beautiful book.
Life, Book, World
There is only beauty / and it has only one perfect expression / poetry. All the rest is a lie /except for those who live by the body, love, and, that love of the mind, friendship. For me, Poetry takes the place of love, because it is enamored of itself, and because its sensual delight falls back deliciously in my soul.
Poetry
Everything in the world exists in order to end up as a book.
Books, Reading
The flesh is sad, alas, and I have read all the books.
Books, Sensuality, Wit
The world exists to end up in a book.
Books, Reading, Book