It is the job of thinking people not to be on the side of the executioners.

Instead of killing and dying in order to produce the being that we are not, we have to live and let live in order to create what we are.

Forever I shall be a stranger to myself. In psychology as in logic, there are truths but no truth.

What is a firm hand to me, of what use to me is this astonishing power if I cannot change the order of things, if I cannot make the sun set in the east, that suffering diminish and that beings no longer die?

The first choice an artist makes is precisely to be an artist, and if he chooses to be an artist it is in consideration of what he is himself and because of a certain idea he has of art

What, then, is that incalculable feeling that deprives the mind of the sleep necessary to life? A world that can be explained even with bad reasons is a familiar world. But, on the other hand, in a universe suddenly divested of illusions and lights, man feels an alien, a stranger. His exile is without remedy since he is deprived of the memory of a lost home or the hope of a promised land. This divorce between man and his life, the actor and his setting, is properly the feeling of absurdity.

Beauty, no doubt, does not make revolutions. But a day will come when revolutions will have need of beauty.