Work is the opposite of creativity.

Who wants a world in which the guarantee that we shall not die of starvation entails the risk of dying of boredom?

People are bewitched into believing that time slips away, and this belief is the basis of time actually slipping away.

In the twentieth century, death terrifies men less than the absence of real life. All these dead, mechanized, specialized actions, stealing a little bit of life a thousand times a day until the mind and body are exhausted, until that death which is not the

To work for delight and authentic festivity is barely distinguishable from preparing for a general insurrection

We have a world of pleasure to win, and nothing to lose but boredom.

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