Now I Can Look At You In

Logic May Indeed Be Unshakeable, But It Cannot Withstand A Man Who Is Determined To Live.

Please — Consider Me A Dream.

Don Quixote's Misfortune Is Not His Imagination, But Sancho Panza.

In Argument Similes Are Like Songs In Love; They Describe Much, But Prove Nothing.

There Has Never Been A Time In Which I Have Been Convinced From Within Myself That I Am Alive. You See, I Have Only Such A Fugitive Awareness Of Things Around Me That I Always Feel They Were Once Real And Are Now Fleeting Away. I Have A Constant Longing, My Dear Sir, To Catch A Glimpse Of Things As They May Have Been Before They Show Themselves To Me.