There Will Be No Proof That I

He Is Terribly Afraid Of Dying Because He Hasn’t Yet Lived.

There Has Never Been A Time In Which I Have Been Convinced From Within Myself That I Am Alive. You See, I Have Only Such A Fugitive Awareness Of Things Around Me That I Always Feel They Were Once Real And Are Now Fleeting Away. I Have A Constant Longing, My Dear Sir, To Catch A Glimpse Of Things As They May Have Been Before They Show Themselves To Me.

The Spirit Becomes Free Only When It Ceases To Be A Support.

I Lack Nothing. I Only Needed Myself.

I’m Doing Badly, I’m Doing Well; Whichever You Prefer.