Never Read A Book To The End,

Civilization Consists In Giving Something An Unfitting Name, Then Dream About The Result. And Indeed The False Name And The Real Dream Create A New Reality. The Object Really Becomes Another, Because We Turned It Into Another One. We Manufacture Realities.

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

Inch By Inch I Conquered The Inner Terrain I Was Born With. Bit By Bit I Reclaimed The Swamp In Which I'd Languished. I Gave Birth To My Infinite Being, But I Had To Wrench Myself Out Of Me With Forceps.

To Choose Ways Of Not Acting Was Ever The Concern And Scruple Of My Life.

The Chill Of What I Won't Feel Gnaws At My Present Heart.