And As Well As I Dream, I

The Gods Sell When They Give. Glory Is Paid For With Disgrace. Poor Are The Happy, For They Are Just What Passes.

All Of This Passes, And None Of It Means Anything To Me.it's All Foreign To My Fate, And Even To Fate As A Whole. It'sjust Unconsciousness, Curses Of Protest When Chance Hurlsstones, Echoes Of Unknown Voices - A Collectivemishmash Of Life.

Life Is Good, But Wine Is Better.

I'm A Man For Whom The Outside World Is An Inner Reality.

Wise Is He Who Enjoys The Show Offered By The World.