I Take With Me The Conscience Of

What's Most Worthless About Dreams Is That Everybody Has Them.

And, Like The Great Damned Souls, I Shall Always Feel That Thinking Is Worth More Than Living.

The Poet Is A Pretender. / He Pretends So Completely, / That He Even Pretends That It Is Pain / The Pain He Really Feels.

To Create, I Destroyed Myself; I Made Myself External To Such A Degree Within Myself That Within Myself I Do Not Exist Except In An External Fashion. I Am The Living Setting In Which Several Actors Make Entrances, Putting On Several Different Plays.

I Crave Time In All Its Duration, And I Want To Be Myself Unconditionally.