If something is going to happen to me, I want to be there.

Myths are made for the imagination to breath life into them.

Art and revolt will die only with the last man.

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?

By giving too much importance to fine actions one may end by paying an indirect but powerful tribute to evil, because in so doing one implies that such fine actions are only valuable because they are rare, and that malice or indifference are far more common motives in the actions of men.

The innocent is the person who explains nothing

To write is to become disinterested. There is a certain renunciation in art.