The Oldest And Strongest Emotion Of Mankind

Memories And Possibilities Are Even More Hideous Than Realities.

Only Poetry Or Madness Could Do Justice To The Noises.

I Felt Myself On The Edge Of The World; Peering Over The Rim Into A Fathomless Chaos Of Eternal Night.

Life Has Never Interested Me So Much As The Escape From Life.

Our Means Of Receiving Impressions Are Absurdly Few, And Our Notions Of Surrounding Objects Infinitely Narrow. We See Things Only As We Are Constructed To See Them, And Can Gain No Idea Of Their Absolute Nature. With Five Feeble Senses We Pretend To Comprehend The Boundlessly Complex Cosmos.