I'll disappear in the fog as a foreigner to all life, as a human island detached from the dream of the sea, as a uselessly existing ship that floats on the surface of everything.

In exile one is nothing but a ghost ... I ceased to exist when I went into exile.

If this continues, I won’t find myself in the present or past; I’ll simply vanish in a wisp of smoke.

And I, as I lived, in an alien land Will die a slave and an orphan.

If you cannot accept yourself, you live in a fog forever, trying to figure out who loves you or does not.

Take me disappearing, through the smoke rings of my mind, down the foggy ruins of time...

For I shall be far away, before these lines are read, in a place where no one will dream of coming to look for me.

I wish me to vanish somewhere around here.

His whole life was now summed up in two words: absolute uncertainty within an impenetrable fog.

Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget...

Imagine that every man’s mind is an island, surrounded by ocean. Each seems isolated, yet in reality all are linked by the bedrock from which they spring. If the ocean were to vanish, that would be the end of the islands. They would all be part of one continent, but the individuality would have gone

The visible exhausts me. I am dissolved in shadow.

I am full of fears, for if I fail there, I am an outcast in the world forever.

When we have found all the mysteries and lost all the meaning, we will be alone, on an empty shore.