The Experience Of Life Consists Of The

I Have No Memory For Things I Have Learned, Nor Things I Have Read, Nor Things Experienced Or Heard, Neither For People Nor Events; I Feel That I Have Experienced Nothing, Learned Nothing, That I Actually Know Less Than The Average Schoolboy, And That What I Do Know Is Superficial, And That Every Second Question Is Beyond Me. I Am Incapable Of Thinking Deliberately; My Thoughts Run Into A Wall. I Can Grasp The Essence Of Things In Isolation, But I Am Quite Incapable Of Coherent, Unbroken Thinking. I Can't Even Tell A Story Properly; In Fact, I Can Scarcely Talk.

Paths Are Made By Walking

What Is Written Is Merely The Dregs Of Experience.

Written Kisses Never Arrive At Their Destination; The Ghosts Drink Them Up Along The Way.

From A Real Antagonist One Gains Boundless Courage.