One Must Never Look For Happiness: One

For Those Who Know The Value Of And Exquisite Taste Of Solitary Freedom (for One Is Only Free When Alone), The Act Of Leaving Is The Bravest And Most Beautiful Of All.

A Nomad I Was Even When I Was Very Small And Would Stare At The Road, That White Spellbinding Road Headed Straight For The Unknown ... A Nomad I Will Remain For Life, In Love With Distant And Uncharted Places.

For Now It Seems That By Advancing Into Unknown Territories, I Entered Into My Life

I Think It Is Impossible For Human Minds To Think Of Death As A Final, Irrevocable End To Life.

The Savage Hatred I Feel For Crowds Is Getting Worse, Natural Enemies That They Are Of Imagination And Of Thought.