On the ridge where the great artist moves forward, every step is an adventure, an extreme risk. In that risk, however, and only there, lays the freedom of Art.

No longer were there individual destinies; only a collective destiny, made of plague and emotions shared by all.

It is easier to kill what we do not know.

To live is in itself a value judgment. To breathe is to judge.

Freedom is not a reward or a decoration that is celebrated with champagne...Oh no! It's a...long distance race, quite solitary and very exhausting.

The only really committed artist is he who, without refusing to take part in the combat, at least refuses to join the regular armies and remains a freelance.

Peace is the only battle worth waging.