I Am No Man, I Am Dynamite.

We Want To Be Poets Of Our Life First Of All In The Smallest Most Everyday Matters.

Thoughts Are The Shadows Of Our Feelings - Always Darker, Emptier And Simpler.

It Is, Indeed, A Fact That, In The Midst Of Society And Sociability Every Evil Inclination Has To Place Itself Under Such Great Restraint, Don So Many Masks, Lay Itself So Often On The Procrustean Bed Of Virtue, That One Could Well Speak Of A Martyrdom Of The Evil Man. In Solitude All This Falls Away. He Who Is Evil Is At His Most Evil In Solitude: Which Is Where He Is At His Best - And Thus To The Eye Of Him Who Sees Everywhere Only A Spectacle Also At His Most Beautiful.

Regarding Life, The Wisest Men Of All Ages Have Judged Alike: It Is Worthless.

Let Old Ones Go. Dont Be A Memory-monger! Once You Were Young──now You Are Even Younger.