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

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

While to live in the past and think of what was good and beautiful about it amounts to a sort of seasoning of the present, the perennial wait for tomorrow is bound to result in chronic discontent that poisons one's entire outlook.

A nomad I will remain for life, in love with distant and uncharted places.

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

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

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