I Considered Calmly That I Was Born

The Revolution You Dream Of Is Not Ours. You Don't Want To Change The World; You Want To Blow It Up.

Ah! Do Not Judge The Gods, Young Man, They Have Painful Secrets.

Nothing Happens While You Live. The Scenery Changes, People Come In And Go Out, That's All. There Are No Beginnings. Days Are Tacked On To Days Without Rhyme Or Reason, An Interminable, Monotonous Addition.

If You Seek Authenticity For Authenticity's Sake You Are No Longer Authentic.

Man Is Nothing Else But What He Makes Of Himself.