I rebel; therefore I exist.

More and more, when faced with the world of men, the only reaction is one of individualism. Man alone is an end unto himself. Everything one tries to do for the common good ends in failure.

Great ideas, it has been said, come into the world as gently as doves. Perhaps then, if we listen attentively, we shall hear amid the uproar of empires and nations, a faint flutter of wings, the gentle stirring of life and hope. Some will say that this hope lies in a nation; others in a man. I believe rather that it is awakened, revived, nourished, by millions of solitary individuals whose and works every day negate frontiers and the crudest implications of history.

I rebel; therefore I exist.

Happiness implied a choice, and within that choice a concerted will, a lucid desire.

Happiness and the absurd are two sons of the same earth. They are inseparable.

Without freedom there is no art.