The savage hatred I feel for crowds is getting worse, natural enemies that they are of imagination and of thought.

A nomad I was even when I was very small and would stare at the road, that white spellbinding road headed straight for the unknown ... a nomad I will remain for life, in love with distant and uncharted places.

One must never look for happiness: one meets it by the way.

Death does not frighten me, but dying obscurely and above all uselessly does.

The way I see it, there is no greater spiritual beauty than fanaticism, of a sort so sincere it can only end in martyrdom.

The farther behind I leave the past, the closer I am to forging my own character.

I will only ever be drawn to people who suffer from that special and fertile anguish called self-doubt, or the thirst for the ideal, and desire for the soul's mystical fire. Self-satisfaction because of some material accomplishment will never be for me. The truly great are those who quest for better spiritual selves.