Everything Interests Me, But Nothing Holds Me.

I'm The Empty Stage Where Various Actors Act Out Various Plays.

I Realize That, While Often Happy And Often Cheerful, I Am Always Sad.

Through An Experience That Simultaneously Involved My Sensibility And Intelligence, I Realized Early On That The Imaginative Life, However Morbid It Might Seem, Is The One That Suits Temperaments Like Mine. The Fictions Of My Imagination (as It Later Developed) May Weary Me, But They Don't Hurt Or Humiliate. Impossible Lovers Can't Cheat On Us, Or Smile At Us Falsely, Or Be Calculating In Their Caresses. They Never Forsake Us, And They Don't Die Or Disappear. --the Book Of Disquiet

The Inventor Of The Mirror Poisoned The Human Heart.

Wise Is He Who Enjoys The Show Offered By The World.