And when man faces destiny, destiny ends and man comes into his own.

The thrill of creation which we experience which we experience when we see a masterpiece is not unlike the feeling of the artist who created it; such a work is a fragment of the world which he has annexed and which belongs to him alone.

Every young man's heart is a graveyard in which are inscribed the names of a thousand dead artists but whose only actual denizens are a few mighty, often antagonistic, ghosts.

Nothing is harder than to get people to think about what they are going to do.

The attempt to force human beings to despise themselves is what I call hell.

Since 1789 history has had a new perspective, revolution being a successful revolt, and revolt a revolution that has failed.

Opium teaches only one thing, which is that aside from physical suffering, there is nothing real.