The Only Power That Exists Is Inside

I Think To Feel This Happy Is To Be Miserable, To Feel This Much Satisfaction Is To Burn.

I Lived Like A Man Who Wanted To Die But Who Had No Courage To Do It Himself.

How Shameful. How Predictable! How Insipid. And How Sweet.

I Want To Be A Saint. I Want To Save Souls By The Millions. I Want To Do Good Far And Wide. I Want To Fight Evil! I Want My Life-sized Statue In Every Church. I'm Talking Six Feet Tall, Blond Hair, Blue Eyes-.wait A Second.do You Know Who I Am?

Despair Was So Familiar To Me; It Could Be Banished By The Sight Of A Beautiful Mannikin In The Window. It Could Be Dispelled By The Spectacle Of Lights Surrounding A Tower. It Could Be Lifted By The Great Ghostly Shape Of St. Patrick's Coming Into View. And Then Despair Would Come Again.