The Man Who Cannot Live

Hate Is Always A Clash Between Our Spirit And Someone Else's Body.

Here's The Difficulty About Suicide: It Is An Act Of Ambition That Can Be Committed Only When One Has Passed Beyond Ambition.

When We Read, We Are Not Looking For New Ideas, But To See Our Own Thoughts Given The Seal Of Confirmation On The Printed Page. The Words That Strike Us Are Those That Awake An Echo In A Zone We Have Already Made Our Own—the Place Where We Live—and The Vibration Enables Us To Find Fresh Starting Points Within Ourselves

We Do Not Remember Days, We Remember Moments.

There Is Only One Pleasure-that Of Being Alive. All The Rest Is Misery.