It is therefore senseless to think of complaining since nothing foreign has decided what we feel, what we live, or what we are.

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

I am not asking for sensational revelations, but I would like to sense the meaning of that minute, to feel it's urgency.

Generosity is nothing else than a craze to possess. All which I abandon, all which I give, I enjoy in a higher manner through the fact that I give it away. To give is to enjoy possessively the object which one gives.

Violence is good for those who have nothing to lose.

Everything that exists is born for no reason, carries on living through weakness, and dies by accident

Freedom is existence, and in it existence precedes essence.