“What a face this girl possessed!—could I not gaze at it every day I would need to recreate it through painting, sculpture, or fatherhood until a second such face is born. Her face, at once innocent and feral, soft and… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“I likened her to the slender PSYCHÉ and judged that the perfection of her face ennobled everything unclean around her: The dusty hems of her bunched-up skirt, the worn straps of her nightshirt; the blackened soles of her bare feet… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“She is my morning, she is my evening; we have a love that blooms over and again, more beautifully each time than the last.… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“Ô, Wanderess, Wanderess When did you feel your most euphoric kiss? Was I the source of your greatest bliss?” — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“No man sings as beautifully as when his song is accompanied by a woman’s voice.” — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“As I look back on my life, I think of how few rules should be followed. As for men, they must learn bravery and live for Pleasure and for Beauty. More important than those two things should stand only one thing for him... Honor. A man's honor should be more sacred to him than his life — especially in our… — Roman Payne Copy Share
“The green-eyed angel came in less than a half hour and fell docile as a lamb into my arms. We kissed and caressed, I met no resistance when I unlaced the strings to free her dress and fill myself in the moist and hot bed nature made between her thighs. We made love outdoors—without a roof, I like most, without… — Roman Payne Copy Share
“When a Wanderess has been caged, Or perched with her wings clipped, She lives like a Stoic, and lives most heroic, When she smiles… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“Never did the world make a queen of a girl who hides in houses and dreams without traveling.” — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“Champagne arrived in flûtes on trays, and we emptied them with gladness in our hearts... for when feasts are laid and classical music is played, where champagne is drunk once the sun has sunk and the season of summer is alive in spicy bloom, and beautiful women fill the room, and are generous with laughter and smiles... these things fill… — Roman Payne Copy Share
“We look up to see if it is day or night. If stars burn cool and moon does shine, we take to smoke divine… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“We were hooked when we woke. We had arms for each other. But I yearned to resume My dreams of another.” — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“We made love outdoors Without a roof, I like most, Without stove, to make love, assuming the weather be fair and balmy, and the… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“I was angry at myself for my inclination to vice. I longed for the day when a state of frenzy would lead my mind… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
![“I likened her to the slender PSYCHÉ and judged that the perfection of her face ennobled everything unclean around her: The dusty hems of her bunched-up skirt, the worn straps of her nightshirt; the blackened soles of her bare feet [...] All this and the pungent air! Ô this night, sweet pungent…” quote by Roman Payne](https://sms4smile.com/quotes/img-quotes/4bd/roman-payne-1959_barcelona_i-likened-her-to-the-slender-psych-and-j_2753140.jpg)
