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

For now it seems that by advancing into unknown territories, I entered into my life

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.

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

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

I think it is impossible for human minds to think of Death as a final, irrevocable end to life.

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