The Touch Of Time Does

Trapped Dreams Must Die.

While It Is Well Enough To Leave Footprints On The Sands Of Time, It Is Even More Important To Make Sure They Point In A Commendable Direction.

I Am Manuel. I Have Lived In The Loneliness Which Is Common To All Men, But The Difference Is That I Have Known It. Now It Is Necessary For Me, As It Is Necessary For All Men, To Die In This Same Loneliness, And I Know That There Is No Help For It.

If We Assiduously Cultivate Our Powers Of Exaggeration, Perhaps We, Too, Shall Obtain The Paradise Of Liars. And There Raphael Shall Paint For Us Scores And Scores Of His Manifestly Impossible Pictures... And Shakespeare Will Lie To Us Of Fabulous Islands Far Past 'the Still-vex'd Bermoothes,' And Bring Us Fresh Tales From The Coast Of Bohemia. For No One Will Speak The Truth There, And We Shall All Be Perfectly Happy.

Love, I Take It, Must Look Toward Something Not Quite Accessible, Something Not Quite Understood.