The Past Is The Luxury Of Proprietors.

Genius Is What A Man Invents When He Is Looking For A Way Out.

Through The Lack Of Attaching Myself To Words, My Thoughts Remain Nebulous Most Of The Time. They Sketch Vague, Pleasant Shapes And Then Are Swallowed Up; I Forget Them Almost Immediately.

I Do Not Understand! I Understand Nothing! I Cannot Understand Nor Do I Want To Understand! I Want To Believe! To Believe!

Man Is The Being Whose Project It Is To Be God.

My Eyes Feel All Soft, All Soft As Flesh. I'm Going To Sleep.