To Succeed, You Must First Believe You

Every Village Has Its Simpleton, And If One Does Not Exist They Invent One To Pass The Time.

My Entire Soul Is A Cry, And All My Work Is A Commentary On That Cry.

I Am A Weak, Ephemeral Creature Made Of Mud And Dream. But I Feel All The Powers Of The Universe Whirling Within Me.

Once More I Realized To What An Extent Earthly Happiness Is Made To The Measure Of Man. It Is Not A Rare Bird Which We Must Pursue At One Moment In Heaven, At The Next In Our Minds. Happiness Is A Domestic Bird Found In Our Own Courtyards.

My Soul Comes From Better Worlds And I Have An Incurable Homesickness Of The Stars.