All efforts to render politics aesthetic culminate in one thing: war.

Books and harlots have their quarrels in public.

Only for the sake of the hopeless ones have we been given hope.

The destructive character lives from the feeling, not that life is worth living, but that suicide is not worth the trouble.

The film is the first art form capable of demonstrating how matter plays tricks on man.

The art of storytelling is reaching its end because the epic side of truth, wisdom, is dying out.

Let no thought pass incognito, and keep your notebook as strictly as the authorities keep their register of aliens.