Then we understand that rebellion cannot exist without a strange form of love. Those who find no rest in God or in history are condemned to live for those who, like themselves, cannot live; in fact, for the humiliated.

Each generation doubtless feels called upon to reform the world. Mine knows that it will not reform it, but its task is perhaps even greater. It consists in preventing the world from destroying itself.

He who despairs of the human condition is a coward, but he who has hope for it is a fool.

What is a rebel? A man who says no: but whose refusal does not imply a renunciation.

If we understood the enigmas of life there would be no need for art.

We turn our backs on nature; we are ashamed of beauty. Our wretched tragedies have a smell of the office clinging to them, and the blood that trickles from them is the color of printer's ink.

You will always win if you make an effort, no matter how much. However, if you failed it means you were too lazy.