What Is Art But The Denial Of

Given That We Cannot Know All The Elements In A Problem, We Never Can Solve It.

Destiny Gave Me Only Two Things: A Few Accounting Books And The Gift Of Dreaming.

Life Is Whatever We Conceive It To Be.

Solitude Desolates Me; Company Oppresses Me.

For A Long Time Now I Haven't Existed. I'm Utterly Calm. No One Distinguishes Me From Who I Am. I Just Felt Myself Breath As If I'd Done Something New, Or Done It Late. I'm Beginning To Be Conscious Of Being Conscious. Perhaps Tomorrow I Will Wake Up To Myself And Resume The Course Of My Existence. I Don't Know If That Will Make More Happy Or Less. I Don't Know Anything.