God Wills, Man Dreams, The Work Is

Literature Exists Because The World Isn't Enough.

I Want To Be A Work Of Art, At Least In My Soul, Since I Can’t Be One In My Body.

The Essence Of What I Desire Is Simply This: To Sleep Away Life.

I Know, I Alone I Know, I Alone How Much It Hurts, This Heart With No Faith Nor Law Nor Melody Nor Thought. Only I, Only I And None Of This Can I Say Because Feeling Is Like The Sky - Seen, Nothing In It To See.

There Are Ships Sailing To Many Ports, But Not A Single One Goes Where Life Is Not Painful.