Martyrs, my friend, have to choose between being forgotten, mocked or used. As for being understood - never.
I was absent at the moment I took up the most space.
We are condemned to live together.
Without freedom, no art; art lives only on the restraints it imposes on itself, and dies of all others.
What is called a reason for living is also an excellent reason for dying.
Whatever prevents you from doing your work has become your work.