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.

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

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

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

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.

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.