I Remained Too Much Inside My Head

Me Volví Loco, Con Largos Intervalos De Horrible Cordura.

Literature Is The Most Noble Of Professions. In Fact, It Is About The Only One Fit For A Man.

I Have Made No Money. I Am As Poor Now As Ever I Was In My Life - Except In Hope, Which Is By No Means Bankable.

And All My Days Are Trances, And All My Nightly Dreams Are Where Thy Dark Eye Glances, And Where Thy Footstep Gleams-- In What Ethereal Dances, By What Eternal Streams!

I Was Never Really Insane Except Upon Occasions When My Heart Was Touched.