Perhaps People Like Us Cannot Love. Ordinary

Each Man's Life Represents A Road Toward Himself, An Attempt At Such A Road, The Intimation Of A Path. No Man Has Ever Been Entirely And Completely Himself.

How Beautiful The World Was When One Looked At It, Without Searching... Just Looked, Simply And Innocently.

Gratitude Is Not A Virtue I Believe In, And To Me It Seems Hypocritical To Expect It From A Child.

No Permanence Is Ours, We Are A Wave That Flows To Fit Whatever Form It Finds.

You've Never Lived What You Are Thinking, And That Isn't Good. Only The Ideas We Actually Live Are Of Any Value.