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

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

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

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.

But the vagrant owns the whole vast earth that ends only at the nonexistent horizon, and his empire is an intangible one, for his domination and enjoyment of it are things of the spirit.

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