When The Soul Drifts Uncertainly Between Life

Our Dreams Are A Second Life.

Our Dreams Are A Second Life. I Have Never Been Able To Penetrate Without A Shudder Those Ivory Or Horned Gates Which Separate Us From The Invisible World.

It Has Been Rightly Said That Nothing Is Unimportant, Nothing Powerless In The Universe; A Single Atom Can Dissolve Everything, And Save Everything! What Terror! There Lies The Eternal Distinction Between Good And Evil.

The Only Refuge Left To Us Was The Poet's Ivory Tower, Which We Climbed, Ever Higher, To Isolate Ourselves From The Mob.

The First Man Who Compared Woman To A Rose Was A Poet; The Second, An Imbecile.