Great things are not accomplished by those who yield to trends and fads and popular opinion.
The only people for me are the mad ones: the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who... burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow Roman candles.
My fault, my failure, is not in the passions I have, but in my lack of control of them.
Avoid the world, it's just a lot of dust and drag and means nothing in the end.
I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.