I will always be haunted by thoughts of a sun-drenched elsewhere.

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

From every ruin, life springs up again and everything that dies is born again.

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.

We are, all of us, poor wretches, and those who prefer not to understand this are even worse off than the rest of us.

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

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.