Life Is A Very Sad Piece Of

I Would Love To Spend All My Time Writing To You; I'd Love To Share With You All That Goes Through My Mind, All That Weighs On My Heart, All That Gives Air To My Soul; Phantoms Of Art, Dreams That Would Be So Beautiful If They Could Come True.

Whatever Is A Reality Today, Whatever You Touch And Believe In And That Seems Real For You Today, Is Going To Be - Like The Reality Of Yesterday - An Illusion Tomorrow.

The Man, The Writer, The Instrument Of The Creation Will Die, But His Creation Does Not Die.

Shake Yourself Free From The Manikin You Create Out Of A False Interpretation Of What You Do And What You Feel, And You'll At Once See That The Manikin You Make Yourself Is Nothing At All Like What You Really Are Or What You Really Can Be!

Not One Of Us Can Lie Or Pretend. We're All Fixed In Good Faith In A Certain Concept Of Ourselves.