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

We can escape the commonplace only by manipulating it, controlling it, thrusting it into our dreams or surrendering it to the free play of our subjectivity.

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

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

Suffering is the pain of constraints. An atom of pure delight, no matter how small, can hold it at bay.

Each component of the organism, like the individual in the social body, possesses the capacity for enjoyment of the self through sharing with others.

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