I Love You In My Dreams, But

Middle Age Went By While I Was Mourning For My Lost Youth.

Self-deception Is Nature; Hypocrisy Is Art.

We Do Justice Coldly, Injustice Hotly.

My Mind No Longer Has Romantic Abysses, But Has Become Shallow, With Many Little Gaps And Cracks.

Intelligence Complicates. Wisdom Simplifies.