We Never Love Anyone. What

There's A Tiredness Of Abstract Inteligence, And It's The Most Horrible Of Tirednesses. It Doesn't Weight On You Like The Tiredness Of The Body, Nor Does It Worry You Like The Tiredness Of Knowledge And Emotion. It's A Weightiness Of The Conscience Of The World, An Inability Of The Soul To Breathe.

To Narrate Is To Create, For Living Is Just Being Lived.

The End Of Lower Art Is To Please, The End Of Average Art Is To Raise The Top, The End Of Superior Art Is To Free.

Against Destiny I Fulfilled My Duty. Uselessly? No, For I Fulfilled It.

Everything Is Absurd.