“Yet I will look upon thy face again, My own romantic Bronx, and it will be A face more pleasant than the face of men. Thy waves are old companions, I shall see A well remembered form in each old tree And hear a voice long loved in thy wild minstrelsy.” MenWellsLooksLongFacesFormVoiceMy OwnTreeRiversWaveRememberedPleasantLook UpCompanionBronxOld Trees Book:The Culprit Fay: And Other Poems Source: The Culprit Fay: And Other Poems
“And what's wrong with dimming the harsh reality of life a little, anyway? In essence, being alive is a bloody long and hard walk to death. Why not make it as pleasant along the way as you can?” WayLittlesLongHardRealityWalksAliveEssenceReality Of LifePleasantWhy NotBloodyHarshHarsh Reality Book:The Lavender Garden: A Novel Source: The Lavender Garden: A Novel
“[In Bali] life is a rhythmic, patterned unreality of pleasant, significant movement, centered in one's own body to which all emotions long ago withdrew.” LongBodyLife IsEmotionMovementSignificantPleasantLong AgoUnrealityBali Book:Balinese Character: A Photographic Analysis Source: Balinese Character: A Photographic Analysis