Truth is mysterious, elusive, always to be conquered. Liberty is dangerous, as hard to live with as it is elating. We must march toward these two goals, painfully but resolutely, certain in advance of our failings on so long a road.

The absurd has meaning only in so far as it is not agreed to.

My chief occupation, despite appearances, has always been love.

The struggle to the top alone will make a human heart SWELL.

Every act of rebellion expresses a nostalgia for innocence and an appeal to the essence of being.

When I look at my life and its secret colors, I feel like bursting into tears.

Without freedom, no art; art lives only on the restraints it imposes on itself, and dies of all others.