The World Of Sleep Has An Existence

Everything Being A Constant Carnival, There Is No Carnival Left.

Solitude Either Develops The Mental Power, Or Renders Men Dull And Vicious.

There Is Suffering In The Light; In Excess It Burns. Flame Is Hostile To The Wing. To Burn And Yet To Fly, This Is The Miracle Of Genius.

Now Life Has Killed The Dream I Dreamed.

The World Of Sleep Has An Existence Of Its Own.