If something's just, I'll let myself be hacked to bits for it.

I would rather die of passion than of boredom.

Did science promise happiness? I do not believe it. It promised truth, and the question is to know if we will ever make happiness with truth.

One forges one's style on the terrible anvil of daily deadlines.

Let us eat, drink and satisfy our coarse appetites, but let us keep our souls sacred and apart.

They dared not peer down into their own natures, down into the feverish confusion that filled their minds with a kind of dense, acrid mist.

The conclusion does not belong to the artist.