Ecstasy Is A Glass Full Of Tea

Ecstasy Is A Glass Full Of Tea And A Piece Of Sugar In The Mouth.

My Dreams, My Dreams! What Has Become Of Their Sweetness? What Indeed Has Become Of My Youth?

If You But Knew The Flames That Burn In Me Which I Attempt To Beat Down With My Reason.

In This, Our Age Of Infamy Man's Choice Is But To Be A Tyrant, Traitor, Prisoner: No Other Choice Has He.

It's A Lucky Man, A Very Lucky Man, Who Is Committed To What He Believes, Who Has Stifled Intellectual Detachment And Can Relax In The Luxury Of His Emotions - Like A Tipsy Traveller Resting For The Night At Wayside Inn.