What do you want to do with the [Communist] Party? A racing stable? What good is it to sharpen a knife every day if you never useit for slicing? A party is never more than a means. There is only one objective: power.

What the painter adds to the canvas are the days of his life. The adventure of living, hurtling toward death.

Philosophy appears to some people as a homogenous milieu: there thoughts are born and die, there systems are built, and there, in turn, they collapse. Others take Philosophy for a specific attitude which we can freely adopt at will. Still others see it as a determined segment of culture. In our view Philosophy does not exist.

It answers the question that was tormenting you: my love, you are not 'one thing in my life' - not even the most important - because my life no longer belongs to me because...you are always me.

I wanted my own words. But the ones I use have dragged through I don't know how many consciences.

I'd come to realize that all our troubles spring from our failure to use plain, clear-cut language.

There is no human nature, since there is no god to conceive it.