To Think Is To Destroy.

The Slope Takes You To The Windmill, But Effort Takes You Nowhere.

God Gave The Sea The Danger And The Abyss, But It Was In It That He Mirrored The Sky.

In Order To Understand, I Destroyed Myself.

Walking On These Streets, Until The Night Falls, My Life Feels To Me Like The Life They Have. By Day They’re Full Of Meaningless Activity; By Night, They’re Full Of Meaningless Lack Of It. By Day I Am Nothing, And By Night I Am I. There Is No Difference Between Me And These Streets, Save They Being Streets And I A Soul, Which Perhaps Is Irrelevant When We Consider The Essence Of Things

One Never Lives So Intensely As When One Has Been Thinking Hard.