I feel alone, free, and detached from everything in the world, and I'm happy..

The way I see it, there is no greater spiritual beauty than fanaticism, of a sort so sincere it can only end in martyrdom..

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 tom….

One must use the weapons one finds in one's path..

I think it is impossible for human minds to think of Death as a final, irrevocable end to life..

Now more than ever do I realize that I will never be content with a sedentary life, that I will always be haunted by thoughts of a sun-drenched elsew….

The farther behind I leave the past, the closer I am to forging my own character..

A nomad I will remain for life, in love with distant and uncharted places..

I will only ever be drawn to people who suffer from that special and fertile anguish called self-doubt, or the thirst for the ideal, and desire for t….

One must never look for happiness: one meets it by the way..

To be alone is to be free, and freedom was the only happiness accessible to my nature..

From every ruin, life springs up again and everything that dies is born again..

I will always be haunted by thoughts of a sun-drenched elsewhere..

The cowardly belief that a person must stay in one place is too reminiscent of the unquestioning resignation of animals, beasts of burden stupefied b….

Life on the open road is liberty... to be alone, to have few needs, to be unknown, everywhere a foreigner and at home, and to walk grandly and solita….

Civilization, that great fraud of our times, has promised man that by complicating his existence it would multiply his pleasures. ... Civilization ha….

The savage hatred I feel for crowds is getting worse, natural enemies that they are of imagination and of thought..

But the vagrant owns the whole vast earth that ends only at the nonexistent horizon, and his empire is an intangible one, for his domination and enjo….

Death does not frighten me, but dying obscurely and above all uselessly does..

A nomad I was even when I was very small and would stare at the road, that white spellbinding road headed straight for the unknown ... a nomad I will….

I am full of the sorrow that goes with changes in surroundings, those successive stages of annihilation that slowly lead to the great and final void..