And The More He Was

Put All Your Rage And Madness Into Your Work And Live As Orderly A Life As Possible.

Emma Was No Asleep, She Was Pretending To Be Asleep; And, While He Was Dozing Off At Her Side, She Lay Awake, Dreaming Other Dreams.

Each Dream Finds At Last Its Form; There Is A Drink For Every Thirst, And Love For Every Heart. And There Is No Better Way To Spend Your Life Than In The Unceasing Preoccupation Of An Idea--of An Ideal.

It Seems To Me That I Have Always Existed And That I Possess Memories That Date Back To The Pharaohs.

If You Knew All The Dreams I've Dreamed!