In The World There Exists No Aesthetic

So Long As I Have Questions To Which There Are No Answers, I Shall Go On Writing.

To Think Is An Act. To Feel Is A Fact.

Facts And Particulars Annoy Me.

And Even Sadness Was Also Something For Rich People, For People Who Could Afford It, For People Who Didn't Have Anything Better To Do. Sadness Was A Luxury.

I Do Not Know Much. But There Are Certain Advantages In Not Knowing. Like Virgin Territory, The Mind Is Free Of Preconceptions. Everything I Do Not Know Forms The Greater Part Of Me: This Is My Largesse. And With This I Understand Everything. The Things I Do Not Know Constitute My Truth.