Heroism Is Not To Be Won At

I Considered Calmly That I Was Born To Write.

Yes, I Am So Free. And What A Superb Absence Is My Soul.

If You Die, I Will Lie Down Beside You And I Will Stay There Until The End, Without Eating Or Drinking, You Will Rot In My Arms And I Will Love You As Carcass: For You Love Nothing If You Do Not Love Everything.

I Construct My Memories With My Present. I Am Lost, Abandoned In The Present. I Try In Vain To Rejoin The Past: I Cannot Escape.

Man Can Will Nothing Unless He Has First Understood That He Must Count On No One But Himself.