After The Writer's Death, Reading His Journal

The Dead Drug Leaves A Ghost Behind. At Certain Hours It Haunts The House.

The Worst Tragedy For A Poet Is To Be Admired Through Being Misunderstood.

Youth Can Only Assert Itself Through The Conviction That Its Ventures Surpass All Others And Resemble Nothing.

And Now I Have To Confess The Unpardonable And The Scandalous. I Am A Happy Man. And I Am Going To Tell You The Secret Of My Happiness. It Is Quite Simple. I Love Mankind. I Love Love. I Hate Hate. I Try To Understand And Accept.

We Only Serve As A Model For The Portrait Of Our Fame.