The Task Of The Solitary Man Is

What Can Be Said, Lacks Reality. Only What Fails To Make Its Way Into Words Exists And Counts.

What Is Pity But The Vice Of Kindness.

Life Creates Itself In Delirium And Is Undone In Ennui.

The Universal View Melts Things Into A Blur.

As Far As I Am Concerned, I Resign From Humanity. I No Longer Want To Be, Nor Can Still Be, A Man. What Should I Do? Work For A Social And Political System, Make A Girl Miserable? Hunt For Weaknesses In Philosophical Systems, Fight For Moral And Esthetic Ideals? It’s All Too Little. I Renounce My Humanity Even Though I May Find Myself Alone. But Am I Not Already Alone In This World From Which I No Longer Expect Anything?