The writer is committed when he plunges to the very depths of himself with the intent to disclose, not his individuality, but his person in the complex society that conditions and supports him.

Consciousness is a being the nature of which is to be conscious of the nothingness of its being.

Being is. Being is in-itself. Being is what it is.

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

Better a good journalist than a poor assassin.

It is too early to love. We will buy the right to do so by shedding blood.

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