For Now It Seems That

We Are, All Of Us, Poor Wretches, And Those Who Prefer Not To Understand This Are Even Worse Off Than The Rest Of Us.

Life On The Open Road Is Liberty... To Be Alone, To Have Few Needs, To Be Unknown, Everywhere A Foreigner And At Home, And To Walk Grandly And Solitarily In Conquest Of The World.

Civilization, That Great Fraud Of Our Times, Has Promised Man That By Complicating His Existence It Would Multiply His Pleasures. ... Civilization Has Promised Man Freedom, At The Cost Of Giving Up Everything Dear To Him, Which It Arrogantly Treated As Lies And Fantasies. ... Hour By Hour Needs Increase And Are Nearly Always Unsatisfied, Peopling The Earth With Discontented Rebels. The Superfluous Has Become A Necessity And Luxuries Indispensable.

I Am Not Afraid Of Death, But Would Not Want To Die In Some Obscure Or Pointless Way.

The Savage Hatred I Feel For Crowds Is Getting Worse, Natural Enemies That They Are Of Imagination And Of Thought.