I Believe, I Desire, That Social And

L'homme Est Une Passion Inutile. Man Is A Useless Passion.

It Is Therefore Senseless To Think Of Complaining Since Nothing Foreign Has Decided What We Feel, What We Live, Or What We Are.

The Plight Of Modern Man Is That He Is Condemmed To Be Free.

Time Is Too Large, It Can't Be Filled Up. Everything You Plunge Into It Is Stretched And Disintegrates.

I Have Changed As Everyone Changes: Within A Permanency.