There is no joy other than the joy of creating. There is no man who is truly alive other than one who is creating. All others are just shadows on the earth with nothing to do with being alive. The joy of living, whether it is love or action, is the joy of creating.

You desire a popular art? Begin by having a "people" whose minds are liberated, a people not crushed by misery and ceaseless toil, not brutalized by every superstition and every fanaticism, a people of itself, and victor in the fight that is being waged today.

Thousands of animals (now billions) are butchered every day without a shadow of remorse. It cries vengeance upon all the human race.

Take possession of the air, submit the elements, penetrate the last redoubts of nature, make space retreat, make death retreat.

Everyone, deep down within, carries a small cemetery of those he has loved.

The friend who understands you, creates you.

There is only one heroism in the world: to see the world as it is, and to love it.