Idle Youth, Enslaved To Everything; By Being

I Understand, And Not Knowing How To Express Myself Without Pagan Words, I’d Rather Remain Silent

I Believe That I Am In Hell, Therefore I Am There.

I Dreamed Of Crusades, Voyages Of Discovery That Nobody Had Heard Of, Republics Without Histories, Religious Wars Stamped Out, Revolutions In Morals, Movements Of Races And Continents; I Used To Believe In Every Kind Of Magic. I Began It As An Investigation. I Turned Silences And Nights Into Words. What Was Unutterable, I Wrote Down. I Made The Whirling World Stand Still.

What An Old Maid I'm Getting To Be. Lacking The Courage To Be In Love With Death!

A Man Who Wants To Mutilate Himself Is Certainly Damned, Isn't He?