I Carry My Awareness Of Defeat Like

Art Consists In Making Others Feel What We Feel.

Life Is What We Make Of It. Travel Is The Traveler. What We See Isn't What We See But What We Are.

There Is No Happiness Without Knowledge. But Knowledge Of Happiness Is Unhappy; For Knowing Ourselves Happy Is Knowing Ourselves Passing Through Happiness, And Having To, Immediatly At Once, Leave It Behind. To Know Is To Kill, In Happiness As In Everything. Not To Know, Though, Is Not To Exist.

In This Metallic Age Of Barbarians, Only A Relentless Cultivation Of Our Ability To Dream, To Analyse And To Captivate Can Prevent Our Personality From Degenerating Into Nothing Or Else Into A Personality Like All The Rest.

And, Like The Great Damned Souls, I Shall Always Feel That Thinking Is Worth More Than Living.