There is a fissure in my vision and madness will always rush through.
This diary is my kief, hashish and opium pipe. This is my drug and my vice.
Every individual is representative of the whole . . . and should be intimately understood, and this would give a far greater understanding of mass movements and sociology.
Nature forms us for ourselves, not for others; to be, not to seem.
... only love begets love.
Either one fails in one's art or in one's life.