Never Read A Book To The End,

Sailing Is Necessary, Living Is Not Necessary.

To Live Strikes Me As A Metaphysical Mistake Of Matter, A Dereliction Of Inaction.

We Worship Perfection Because We Can't Have It; If We Had It, We Would Reject It. Perfection Is Inhuman, Because Humanity Is Imperfect.

I Realize That, While Often Happy And Often Cheerful, I Am Always Sad.

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.