Man Wants To Live, But It Is

Independence Is Earned By A Few Words Of Cheap Confidence

This Very Heart Which Is Mine Will Forever Remain Indefinable To Me. Between The Certainty I Have Of My Existence And The Content I Try To Give To That Assurance, The Gap Will Never Be Filled. Forever I Shall Be A Stranger To Myself.

The Temptation Shared By All Forms Of Intelligence: Cynicism.

There Is In Me An Anarchy And Frightful Disorder. Creating Makes Me Die A Thousand Deaths, Because It Means Making Order, And My Entire Being Rebels Against Order. But Without It I Would Die, Scattered To The Winds.

Travel, Which Is Like A Greater And A Graver Science, Brings Us Back To Ourselves.