Dreams Are Essential To Life.

The Fiery Moments Of Passionate Experience Are The Moments Of Wholeness And Totality Of The Personality.

You Live Like This, Sheltered, In A Delicate World, And You Believe You Are Living.

Dreams Are Necessary To Life.

Anxiety Is Love's Greatest Killer, Because It Is Like The Stranglehold Of The Drowning.

I Am Apparently Gentle, Unstable, And Full Of Pretenses. I Will Die A Poet Killed By The Nonpoets, Will Renounce No Dream, Resign Myself To No Ugliness, Accept Nothing Of The World But The One I Made Myself. I Wrote, Lived, Loved Like Don Quixote, And On The Day Of My Death I Will Say: ‘excuse Me, It Was All A Dream,’ And By That Time I May Have Found One Who Will Say: ‘not At All, It Was True, Absolutely True.’