“I look in­to the star­lit night, And beck­on to a dream Within a world of masks and faces Of all we see and seem.”

“The shattered glass Of soundproof walls That can block the night no more Is scattered, alas, On the broken stillness Of a distant, darkened shore.”

“A beau­ti­ful girl in a love­ly world Touches the stars and her wings unfurl.”

“All is il­lu­sion; noth­ing is re­al. There are no true win­dows or halls. The doors are not there and they can't hold the light. My life's not con­tained in these walls.”

“But are my foot­steps silent? Are they just holes with­in the sand? Or does an­oth­er hear them, follow, And find me where I am?”

“The world existed to be read. And I read it.”

“If we only look within, we will see he Light as if we were seeing our own image in a mirror. (122)”