Man is the only creature that refuses to be what he is.
We spend our days in deliberating, and we end them without coming to any resolve.
A guilty conscience needs to confess. A work of art is a confession.
I understood, by dint of digging into my memories, that modesty helped me to shine, humility helped me to triumph and virtue to oppress.
I am alive again, now that I can no longer stand to live.
When one has no character, one HAS to apply a method. Here it did wonders incontrovertibly, and I am living on the site of one of the greatest crimes in human history.