The Startling Reality Of Things Is My

We Live By Action—by Acting On Desire. Those Of Us Who Don't Know How To Want—whether Geniuses Or Beggars—are Related By Impotence.

My Soul Is Impatient With Itself, As With A Bothersome Child; Its Restlessness Keeps Growing And Is Forever The Same. Everything Interests Me, But Nothing Holds Me. I Attend To Everything, Dreaming All The While.

My Past Is Everything I Failed To Be.

Everything Interests Me, But Nothing Holds Me.

The Slope Takes You To The Windmill, But Effort Takes You Nowhere.