One Must Use The Weapons One Finds

While To Live In The Past And Think Of What Was Good And Beautiful About It Amounts To A Sort Of Seasoning Of The Present, The Perennial Wait For Tomorrow Is Bound To Result In Chronic Discontent That Poisons One's Entire Outlook.

One Must Never Look For Happiness: One Meets It By The Way.

A Nomad I Will Remain For Life, In Love With Distant And Uncharted Places.

I Will Always Be Haunted By Thoughts Of A Sun-drenched Elsewhere.

To Be Alone Is To Be Free, And Freedom Was The Only Happiness Accessible To My Nature.