April 18, 2012
I climbed, I climbed, I dreamed, I thought, but everything oppressed me. I was like a sick man wearied by his sore torment and reawakened from sleep by a worse dream. But there is something in me that I call courage: it has always destroyed every discouragement in me.
Nietzsche
Posted by amin at April 18, 2012 11:15 PM