Nature is a burning and frigid, transparent and limited universe in which nothing is possible but everything is given.

Beauty, no doubt, does not make revolutions. But a day will come when revolutions will have need of beauty.

With rebellion, awareness is born

The desire for possession is insatiable, to such a point that it can survive even love itself. To love, therefore, is to sterilize the person one loves.

I explained to him, however, that my nature was such that my physical needs often got in the way of my feelings.

In the next few years the struggle will not be between utopia and reality, but between different utopias, each trying to impose itself on reality ... we can no longer hope to save everything, but ... we can at least try to save lives, so that some kind of future, if perhaps not the ideal one, will remain possible.

One of the only coherent philosophical positions is thus revolt. It is a constant confrontation between man and his own obscurity.