“In old age we are like a batch of letters that someone has sent. We are no longe…” — Knut Hamsun

When good befalls a man he calls it Providence, when evil fate.

I have gone to the forest.

No worse fate can befall a young man or woman than becoming prematurely entrenched in prudence and negation.

For I mean to roam and think and make great irons red-hot.