Literature Has Become My Life.

He Who Never Hurries Is Always On Time.

How Sad, Ye Gods, How Sad The World Is At Evening, How Mysterious The Mists Over The Swamps! You Will Know It When You Have Wandered Astray In Those Mists, When You Have Suffered Greatly Before Dying, When You Have Walked Through The World Carrying An Unbearable Burden. You Know It Two When You Are Weary And Ready To Leave This Earth Without Regret; Its Mists; Its Swamps And Its Rivers; Ready To Give Yourself Into The Arms Of Death With A Light Heart, Knowing That Death Alone Can Comfort You.

He Was Coming To Understand He Could Not Come To Rectify Anything In His Life, Only Forget.

Who Ever Told You There Is No Such Thing In The World As Real, True, Everlasting Love? May The Liar Have His Despicable Tongue Cut Out!

Why Try To Pursue What Is Completed?