Hope is the leash of submission.

Our task is not to rediscover nature but to remake it.

The work of art of the future will be the construction of a passionate life.

The organization controlling the material equipment of our everyday life is such that what in itself would enable us to construct it richly plunges us instead into a poverty of abundance, making alienation all the more intolerable as each convenience promises liberation and turns out to be only one more burden. We are condemned to slavery to the means of liberation.

Never before has a civilization reached such a degree of a contempt for life; never before has a generation, drowned in mortification, felt such a rage to live.

In an industrial society which confuses work and productivity, the necessity of producing has always been an enemy of the desire to create.

As poverty has been reduced in terms of mere survival, it has become more profound in terms of our way of life.