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

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

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

I am full of the sorrow that goes with changes in surroundings, those successive stages of annihilation that slowly lead to the great and final void.

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