A Nomad I Will Remain For Life,

The Savage Hatred I Feel For Crowds Is Getting Worse, Natural Enemies That They Are Of Imagination And Of Thought.

A Subject To Which Few Intellectuals Ever Give A Thought Is The Right To Be A Vagrant, The Freedom To Wander. Yet Vagrancy Is A Deliverance, And Life On The Open Road Is The Essence Of Freedom. To Have The Courage To Smash The Chains With Which Modern Life Has Weighted Us (under The Pretext That It Was Offering Us More Liberty), Then To Take Up The Symbolic Stick And Bundle And Get Out.

I Will Always Be Haunted By Thoughts Of A Sun-drenched Elsewhere.

To Be Alone Is To Be Free, And Freedom Was The Only Happiness Accessible To My Nature.

From Every Ruin, Life Springs Up Again And Everything That Dies Is Born Again.