What's Most Worthless About Dreams Is That

It's Been A Long Time Since I've Been Me.

I'm A Man For Whom The Outside World Is An Inner Reality.

To Love Is To Tire Of Being Alone; It Is Therefore A Cowardice, A Betrayal Of Ourselves. (it Is Exceedingly Important That We Not Love.)

Oh Salty Sea, How Much Of Your Salt Is Tears From Portugal?

Everything Interests Me, But Nothing Holds Me.