I Cannot Help It - In Spite

Alas, Everything That Men Say To One Another Is Alike; The Ideas They Exchange Are Almost Always The Same, In Their Conversation. But Inside All Those Isolated Machines, What Hidden Recesses, What Secret Compartments! It Is An Entire World That Each One Carries Within Him, An Unknown World That Is Born And Dies In Silence! What Solitudes All These Human Bodies Are!

In My Flowery Dreams There's Always You. I Do Not Regret It One Bit.

I Can't Help It, The Idea Of The Infinite Torments Me.

Any Cigar Smoker Is A Friend, Because I Know How He Feels.

Is Is True That Dictators Never Dream Because They Can Change Their Smallest Fantasies Into Realities If They Want To?