Everything For Me Becomes Allegory

As A Remedy Against All Ills - Poverty, Sickness, And Melancholy - Only One Thing Is Absolutely Necessary: A Liking For Work

I Am The Vampire At My Own Veins.

Even When She Walks One Would Believe That She Dances.

However Incoherent A Human Existence May Be, Human Unity Is Not Bothered By It.

Poetry And Progress Are Like Two Ambitious Men Who Hate One Another With An Instinctive Hatred, And When They Meet Upon The Same Road, One Of Them Has To Give Place.