Believe me, the hardest thing for a man to give up is that which he really doesn't want, after all.

What I believe to be true I must therefore preserve. What seems to me so obvious, even against me, I must support.

In art, rebellion is consummated and perpetuated in the act of real creation, not in criticism or commentary.

That's love, giving everything, sacrificing all without hope of return.

Alas, after a certain age every man is responsible for his face.

To those who despair of everything reason cannot provide a faith, but only passion, and in this case it must be the same passion that lay at the root of the despair, namely humiliation and hatred.

Methods of thought which claim to give the lead to our world in the name of revolution have become, in reality, ideologies of consent and not of rebellion.