All my Calvaries were rosy crucifixions, pseudo-tragedies to keep the fires of hell burning brightly for the real sinners who are in danger of being forgotten.

What seems nasty, painful, evil can become a source of beauty, joy, and strength, if faced with an open mind.

Analysis brings no curative powers in its train; it merely makes us conscious of the existence of an evil, which, oddly enough, is consciousness.

And what is the potential man, after all? Is he not the sum of all that is human? Divine, in other words?

I believe in saying the truth, coming out with it cold, shocking if necessary, not disguising it.

The imperfections of a man, his frailties, his faults, are just as important as his virtues.You can't separate them. They're wedded.

To imagine a new world is to live it daily, each thought, each glance, each step, each gesture, killing and recreating, death always a step in advance. To spit on the past is not enough. To proclaim the future is not enough. One must act as if the past were dead and the future unrealizable.