It is necessary to fall in love... if only to provide an alibi for all the random despair you are going to feel anyway.

We are rebels for a cause, poets with a dream , and we won't let this world die without a fight.

The French Revolution gave birth to no artists but only to a great journalist, Desmoulins, and to an under-the-counter writer, Sade. The only poet of the times was the guillotine.

The world expects of Christians that they will raise their voices so loudly and clearly and so formulate their protest that not even the simplest man can have the slightest doubt about what they are saying. Further, the world expects of Christians that they will eschew all fuzzy abstractions and plant themselves squarely in front of the bloody face of history. We stand in need of folk who have determined to speak directly and unmistakably and come what may, to stand by what they have said.

Your success and happiness are forgiven you only if you generously consent to share them. But to be happy it is essential not to be too concerned with others. Consequently, there is no escape. Happy and judged, or absolved and wretched.

I have never been able to renounce the light, the pleasure of being, and the freedom in which I grew up.

Have you no hope at all? And do you really live with the thought that when you die, you die, and nothing remains?" "Yes," I said.