Pursued By Our Origins... We All Are.

Illusion Begets And Sustains The World; We Do Not Destroy One Without Destroying The Other. Which Is What I Do Every Day. An Apparently Ineffectual Operation, Since I Must Begin All Over Again The Next Day.

If I Were To Be Totally Sincere, I Would Say That I Do Not Know Why I Live And Why I Do Not Stop Living. The Answer Probably Lies In The Irrational Character Of Life Which Maintains Itself Without Reason.

My Mission Is To See Things As They Are. Exactly Contrary Of A Mission.

To Exist Is A Habit I Do Not Despair Of Acquiring.

Let Us Not Be Needlessly Bitter: Certain Failures Are Sometimes Fruitful.