I'm The Empty Stage Where

Life Is Whatever We Conceive It To Be.

It Is Noble To Be Shy, Illustrious Not To Know How To Act, Great Not To Have A Gift For Living.

If I Write What I Feel, It's To Reduce The Fever Of Feeling. What I Confess Is Unimportant, Because Everything Is Unimportant.

Without Madness What Is Man But A Wholesome Beast, Postponed Corpse That Begets?

Destiny Gave Me Only Two Things: A Few Accounting Books And The Gift Of Dreaming.