I Know Nothing And My Heart Aches

To Think Is To Destroy. The Very Process Of Thought Indicates It For The Same Thought, As Thinking Is Decomposing.

Pg.9 "in My Heart There's A Peaceful Anguish, And My Calm Is Made Of Resignation.

Strength Without Agility Is A Mere Mass.

Ah, It's My Longing For Whom I Might Have Been That Distracts And Torments Me!

Wise Is He Who Enjoys The Show Offered By The World.