I Found The Human Heart Empty And

I Construct My Memories With My Present. I Am Lost, Abandoned In The Present. I Try In Vain To Rejoin The Past: I Cannot Escape.

Something Begins In Order To End: An Adventure Doesn't Let Itself Be Extended It Achieves Significance Only Through Its Death.

Man Is What He Wills Himself To Be.

This Then Is The Age Of Reason.

The Coward Makes Himself Cowardly, The Hero Makes Himself Heroic.