The loss of love is the loss of all rights, even though one had them all.
Everything considered, a determined soul will always manage.
Youth is above all a collection of possibilities.
For those of us who have been thrown into hell, mysterious melodies and the torturing images of a vanished beauty will always bring us, in the midst of crime and folly, the echo of that harmonious insurrection which bears witness, throughout the centuries, to the greatness of humanity.
I draw from the Absurd three consequences: my revolt, my liberty, my passion.
Independence is earned by a few words of cheap confidence