A Hundred Suspicions Don't Make A Proof.

An Anguish Of Longing Would Boil Up Inside Me; A Hysterical Thirst For Contradictions And Contrasts Would Appear, And I Would Embark On Dissipations.

Oh I've Plenty Of Time, My Time Is Entirely My Own.

A Just Cause Is Not Ruined By A Few Mistakes.

The Consciousness Of Life Is Higher Than Life.

They Tease Me Now, Telling Me It Was Only A Dream. But Does It Matter Whether It Was A Dream Or Reality, If The Dream Made Known To Me The Truth?