For Now It Seems That By Advancing

While To Live In The Past And Think Of What Was Good And Beautiful About It Amounts To A Sort Of Seasoning Of The Present, The Perennial Wait For Tomorrow Is Bound To Result In Chronic Discontent That Poisons One's Entire Outlook.

The Farther Behind I Leave The Past, The Closer I Am To Forging My Own Character.

I Feel Alone, Free, And Detached From Everything In The World, And I'm Happy.

One Must Never Look For Happiness: One Meets It By The Way.

I Am Full Of The Sorrow That Goes With Changes In Surroundings, Those Successive Stages Of Annihilation That Slowly Lead To The Great And Final Void.