One Must Use The Weapons One Finds

One Must Never Look For Happiness: One Meets It By The Way.

I Am Not Afraid Of Death, But Would Not Want To Die In Some Obscure Or Pointless Way.

I Feel Alone, Free, And Detached From Everything In The World, And I'm Happy.

I Am Full Of The Sorrow That Goes With Changes In Surroundings, Those Successive Stages Of Annihilation That Slowly Lead To The Great And Final Void.

The Cowardly Belief That A Person Must Stay In One Place Is Too Reminiscent Of The Unquestioning Resignation Of Animals, Beasts Of Burden Stupefied By Servitude And Yet Always Willing To Accept The Slipping On Of The Harness. There Are Limits To Every Domain, And Laws To Govern Every Organized Power. But The Vagrant Owns The Whole Vast Earth That Ends Only At The Non-existent Horizon, And Her Empire Is An Intangible One, For Her Domination And Enjoyment Of It Are Things Of The Spirit.