Today I felt pass over me A breath of wind from the wings of madness.
I had a variety of minds about me and all of them unsettled.
There is no tranquility in ideas.
To be longing for this thing to-day and for that thing to-morrow; to change likings for loathings, and to stand wishing and hankering at a venture--how is it possible for any man to be at rest in this fluctuant, wandering humor and opinion?
Fate whirls on the bark, and the rough gale sweeps from the rising tide the lazy calm of thought.
Restlessness is a fickle catalyst; it can drive you to achieve or it can coax your demise, and sometimes the choice isn't yours
Away with the world's opinion of you-it's always unsettled and divided.
I look like a casual, laid-back guy, but it's like a circus in my head.
I've said things and meant them, but I'm obviously a very confused person who has no idea how they feel about things.
I pretty much try to stay in a constant state of confusion just because of the expression it leaves on my face.
The word rattled in my head like rocks in an oatmeal box.
