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

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

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

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

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

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

One must use the weapons one finds in one's path.