To Love Is To Tire Of Being

I'm Going To End A Life That I Thought Could Contain Every Kind Of Greatness But That In Fact Consisted Only Of My Incapacity To Really Want To Be Great. Whenever I Arrived At A Certainty, I Remembered That Those With The Greatest Certainties Are Lunatics.

Literature Exists Because The World Isn't Enough.

Life Is What We Make Of It. Travel Is The Traveler. What We See Isn't What We See But What We Are.

To Be Understood Is To Prostitute Oneself

I Never Cared About Whatever Tragic Event Happened In China. It's Faraway Decoration, Even If In Blood And Plague.