If The World Were Clear, Art Would

Man Is Always Prey To His Truths. Once He Has Admitted Them, He Cannot Free Himself From Them.

The Only Conception Of Freedom I Can Have Is That Of The Prisoner Or The Individual In The Midst Of The State. The Only One I Know Is Freedom Of Thought And Action.

When The Soul Suffers Too Much, It Develops A Taste For Misfortune.

You Cannot Acquire Experience By Making Experiments. You Cannot Create Experience. You Must Undergo It.

Maman Died Today. Or Yesterday Maybe, I Don't Know. I Got A Telegram From The Home: 'mother Deceased. Funeral Tomorrow. Faithfully Yours.' That Doesn't Mean Anything. Maybe It Was Yesterday.