Photographs are not ideas. They give us ideas.

Once freedom lights its beacon in man's heart, the gods are powerless against him.

Once liberty has exploded in the soul of a man, the gods can do nothing against that man.

The revolution you dream of is not ours. You don't want to change the world; you want to blow it up.

For common minds have an ugly ability to perceive in the deepest and richest saying nothing but their own everyday opinion.

When you live alone you no longer know what it is to tell a story: the plausible disappears at the same time as the friends. You let events flow by too: you suddenly see people appear who speak and then go away; you plunge into stories of which you can't make head or tail: you'd make a terrible witness.

The plight of modern man is that he is condemmed to be free.