Everything Is Worthwhile If The Soul Is

Stones In The Road? I Save Every Single One, And One Day I'll Build A Castle.

Sometimes, When I Wake Up At Night, I Feel Invisible Hands Weaving My Destiny.

The Supreme Empire Is That Of The Emperor Who Renounces All Normal Life, That Of Other Men, And In Who The Care Of Supremacy Doesn't Weigh Like A Load Of Jewels.

When All By Myself, I Can Think Of All Kinds Of Clever Remarks, Quick Comebacks To What No One Said, And Flashes Of Witty Sociability With Nobody. But All Of This Vanishes When I Face Someone In The Flesh: I Lose My Intelligence, I Can No Longer Speak, And After Half An Hour I Just Feel Tired. Talking To People Makes Me Feel Like Sleeping. Only My Ghostly And Imaginary Friends, Only The Conversations I Have In My Dreams, Are Genuinely Real And Substantial.

No Intelligent Idea Can Gain General Acceptance Unless Some Stupidity Is Mixed In With It.