An Aphorism? Fire Without Flames. Understandable That

For You Who No Longer Possess It, Freedom Is Everything, For Us Who Do, It Is Merely An Illusion.

Melancholy Redeems This Universe, And Yet It Is Melancholy That Separates Us From It.

A Sensation Must Have Fallen Very Low To Deign To Turn Into An Idea.

The Curtain Of The Universe Is Moth-eaten, And Through Its Holes We See Nothing Now But Mask And Ghost.

Ambition Is A Drug That Makes Its Addicts Potential Madmen.