If Only We Could See

Phantoms In General Are Nothing More Than Trifling Disorders Of The Spirit; Images We Cannot Contain Within The Bounds Of Sleep.

We Think We Understand Each Other, But We Never Really Do.

I Would Love To Spend All My Time Writing To You; I'd Love To Share With You All That Goes Through My Mind, All That Weighs On My Heart, All That Gives Air To My Soul; Phantoms Of Art, Dreams That Would Be So Beautiful If They Could Come True.

Man Never Reasons So Much And Becomes So Introspective As When He Suffers; Since He Is Anxious To Get At The Cause Of His Sufferings, To Learn Who Has Produced Them, And Whether It Is Just Or Unjust That He Should Have To Bear Them.

It Is The Hardest Thing To Close The Open Hand Of Someone You Love.