“Yet mad I am not...and very surely do I not dream.”
“i do not believe that i am dreaming yet i can not prove that i am not”
“What is it with me? Am I absolutely nobody, but merely inordinately vain? I do not know…. But I am most fearfully unhappy. That is all. I am so unhappy that I wish I was dead—yet I should be mad to die when I have not yet lived at all.”
“True! - nervous - very, very nervous I had been and am; but why will you say that I am mad?”
“No. Not yet. A craftsman only. But I dream to be an artist. I pray that someday, if I work with enough care, if I am very very lucky, I will make a weapon that is a work of art. Call me an artist then, and I will answer.”
“Am I mad, to see what others do not see, or are they mad who are responsible for all that I am seeing?”