One Cannot Live Without Motives. I Have

I Seem To Myself, Among Civilized Men, An Intruder, A Troglodyte Enamored Of Decrepitude, Plunged Into Subversive Prayers.

Negation Is The Mind's First Freedom, Yet A Negative Habit Is Fruitful Only So Long As We Exert Ourselves To Overcome It, Adapt It To Our Needs; Once Acquired It Can Imprison Us.

Ennui Is The Echo In Us Of Time Tearing Itself Apart.

Torment, For Some Men, Is A Need, An Appetite, And An Accomplishment.

We Have Lost, Being Born, As Much As We Shall Lose Dying: Everything!