A ruined man fell from her hands like a ripe fruit, to lie rotting on the ground.

The conclusion does not belong to the artist.

When sometimes, behind his back, they called him a tyrant, he merely smiled and uttered this profound observation: If some day I turn liberal, they will say I have let them down.

Every wave is a water sprite who swims in the current, each current is a path which snakes towards my palace, and my palace is fluidly built at the bottom of the lake, in the triangle of earth, fire and water.

It is not I who am strong, it is reason, it is truth.

Has science ever retreated? No! It is Catholicism which has always retreated before her, and will always be forced to retreat.

I have but one passion: to enlighten those who have been kept in the dark, in the name of humanity which has suffered so much and is entitled to happiness. My fiery protest is simply the cry of my very soul.