Without freedom, no art; art lives only on the restraints it imposes on itself, and dies of all others.
There is in me an anarchy and frightful disorder. Creating makes me die a thousand deaths, because it means making order, and my entire being rebels against order. But without it I would die, scattered to the winds.
An intellectual is someone whose mind watches itself.
Rule: Start by looking for what is valid in every man.
When the soul suffers too much, it develops a taste for misfortune.
[Liberty] is a choreand a long-distance race, quite solitary, quite exhausting.