I Have Coveted Everything And Taken Pleasure

Words Dazzle And Deceive Because They Are Mimed By The Face. But Black Words On A White Page Are The Soul Laid Bare.

Our Memory Is A More Perfect World Than The Universe: It Gives Back Life To Those Who No Longer Exist.

A Sick Thought Can Devour The Body's Flesh More Than Fever Or Consumption.

The Past Attracts Me, The Present Frightens Me, Because The Future Is Death.

Solitude Is Indeed Dangerous For A Working Intelligence. We Need To Have Around Us People Who Think And Speak. When We Are Alone For A Long Time We People The Void With Phantoms