Il N'y A De Réalité Que Dans

Man Can Will Nothing Unless He Has First Understood That He Must Count On No One But Himself; That He Is Alone, Abandoned On Earth In The Midst Of His Infinite Responsibilities, Without Help, With No Other Aim Than The One He Sets Himself, With No Other Destiny Than The One He Forges For Himself On This Earth.

It Is Enough That One Man Hate Another For Hate To Gain, Little By Little, All Mankind.

Your Judgement Judges You And Defines You

Existence Is Not Something Which Lets Itself Be Thought Of Form A Distance; It Must Invade You Suddenly, Master You, Weigh Heavily On Your Heart Like A Great Motionless Beast - Or Else There Is Nothing At All.

Who Can Exhaust A Man? Who Knows A Man's Resources?