Wise Is He Who Enjoys The Show

My Soul's The Present Shadow Of A Presence Gone.

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.

My Soul Is A Hidden Orchestra; I Know Not What Instruments, What Fiddlestrings And Harps, Drums And Tamboura I Sound And Clash Inside Myself. All I Hear Is The Symphony.

Property Isn't Theft: It's Nothing.

Better To Dream Than To Be.