If man is not ready to risk his life, where is his dignity?
The only domain where the divine is visible is that of art, whatever name we choose to call it.
What is Man? A miserable little pile of secrets.
To command is to serve, nothing more and nothing less.
There are not fifty ways of fighting, there is only one: to be the conqueror.
The great mystery is not that we should have been thrown down here at random between the profusion of matter and that of the stars; it is that from our very prison we should draw, from our own selves, images powerful enough to deny our own nothingness.