There Are Metaphors More Real Than The

To Think Is To Destroy. The Very Process Of Thought Indicates It For The Same Thought, As Thinking Is Decomposing.

And As Well As I Dream, I Reason If I Want, For That's Just Another Kind Of Dream.

I Am Nothing. I'll Never Be Anything. I Couldn't Want To Be Something. Apart From That, I Have In Me All The Dreams In The World.

What Hells And Purgatories And Heavens I Have Inside Of Me! But Who Sees Me Do Anything That Disagrees With Life--me, So Calm And Peaceful?

The Beauty Of A Naked Body Is Felt Only By The Dressed Races.