Love is the kind of illness that does not spare the intelligent or the dull.

If you keep on excusing, you eventually give your blessing to the slave camp, to cowardly force, to organized executioners, to the cynicism of great political monsters; you finally hand over your brothers.

In order to be created, a work of art must first make use of the dark forces of the soul

Likewise and during every day of an unillustrious life, time carries us. But a moment always comes when we have to carry it.

Every time I hear a political speech or I read those of our leaders, I am horrified at having, for years, heard nothing which sounded human. It is always the same words telling the same lies. And the fact that men accept this, that the people’s anger has not destroyed these hollow clowns, strikes me as proof that men attribute no importance to the way they are governed; that they gamble – yes, gamble – with a whole part of their life and their so called 'vital interests.

They hurt each other without wanting to, just because each represented to the others the cruel and demanding necessity of their lives.

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.