Paths Are Made By Walking

The Man In Ecstasy And The Man Drowning - Both Throw Up Their Arms. The First To Signify Harmony, The Second To Signify Strife With The Elements.

I Wanted To Escape The Unrest, To Shut Out The Voices Around Me And Within Me, So I Write.

My 'fear' Is My Substance, And Probably The Best Part Of Me.

Every Revolution Evaporates And Leaves Behind Only The Slime Of A New Bureaucracy.

One Must Not Cheat Anyone, Not Even The World Of Its Victory.