It is impossible to give a clear account of the world, but art can teach us to reproduce it-just as the world reproduces itself in the course of its eternal gyrations. The primordial sea indefatigably repeats the same words and casts up the same astonished beings on the same sea-shore.

Morality, when formal, devours.

Freedom is nothing but a chance to be better.

If it adapts itself to what the majority of our society wants, art will be a meaningless recreation.

For me, physical love has always been bound to an irresistible feeling of innocence and joy. Thus, I cannot love in tears but in exaltation.

Thoughts of suicide have got me through many a bad night.

Life should be lived to the point of tears