Every revolutionary ends up either by becoming an oppressor or a heretic.

We turn our backs on nature; we are ashamed of beauty. Our wretched tragedies have a smell of the office clinging to them, and the blood that trickles from them is the color of printer's ink.

The struggle itself towards the heights is enough to fill a man's heart. One must imagine Sisyphus happy.

Integrity needs no rules.

It is natural to give a clear view of the world after accepting the idea that it must be clear.

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

I hope the dogs don't bark tonight. I always think it's mine