Two people in love, alone, isolated from the world, that's beautiful.

A constant interrogation.

But if God is gone and man is no longer master, then who is master?

Solitude: a sweet absence of looks.

A man who loses his privacy loses everything. And a man who gives it up of his own free will is a monster.

War and culture, those are the two poles of Europe, her heaven and hell, her glory and shame, and they cannot be separated from one another. When one comes to an end, the other will end also and one cannot end without the other. The fact that no war has broken out in Europe for fifty years is connected in some mysterious way with the fact that for fifty years no new Picasso has appeared either.

Revolution in Love’. Can you tell me what you mean by that? Do you want free love as against bourgeois marriage, or monogamy as against bourgeois promiscuity?