Childhood Is Over The Moment Things Are

I Believe That In The History Of Art And Of Thought There Has Always Been At Every Living Moment Of Culture A Will To Renewal. This Is Not The Prerogative Of The Last Decade Only. All History Is Nothing But A Succession Of Crises - Of Rupture, Repudiation And Resistance. When There Is No Crisis, There Is Stagnation, Petrifaction And Death. All Thought, All Art Is Aggressive.

If I Write A New Play, My Point Of View May Be Profoundly Modified. I May Be Obliged To Contradict Myself And I May No Longer Know Whether I Still Think What I Think.

Oh Righteous Doom, That They Who Make Pleasure Their Only End, Ordering The Whole Life For Its Sake, Miss That Whereto They Tend. While They Who Bid Stern Duty Lead, Content To Follow, They, Of Duty Only Taking Heed, Find Pleasure By The Way.

Childhood Is The World Of Miracle Or Of Magic: It Is As If Creation Rose Luminously Out Of The Night, All New And Fresh And Astonishing. Childhood Is Over The Moment Things Are No Longer Astonishing. When The World Gives You A Feeling Of "déjà Vu," When You Are Used To Existence, You Become An Adult.

In The Name Of Religion, One Tortures, Persecutes, Builds Pyres. In The Guise Of Ideologies, One Massacres, Tortures And Kills. In The Name Of Justice One Punishes...in The Name Of Love Of One's Country Or Of One's Race Hates Other Countries, Despises Them, Massacres Them. In The Name Of Equality And Brotherhood There Is Suppression And Torture. There Is Nothing In Common Between The Means And The End, The Means Go Far Beyond The End...ideologies And Religion... Are The Alibis Of The Means.