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

To be alone is to be free, and freedom was the only happiness accessible to my nature.

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

A nomad I will remain for life, in love with distant and uncharted places.

I feel alone, free, and detached from everything in the world, and I'm happy.

I am not afraid of death, but would not want to die in some obscure or pointless way.

For those who know the value of and exquisite taste of solitary freedom (for one is only free when alone), the act of leaving is the bravest and most beautiful of all.