[many Artists], Even The Greatest Ones, Are

No Matter How The Sun Shone, The Sea Held Forth No More Promises.

Revolution, In Order To Be Creative, Cannot Do Without Either A Moral Or Metaphysical Rule To Balance The Insanity Of History.

I Was Always Able To Understand My Friend Who Decided To Quit Smoking And Who, Through An Effort Of Will, Succeeded In Doing So. One Morning, He Opened The Newspaper, Read That The First H- Bomb Had Exploded, Found Out About The Bomb's Admirable Effects And Went Straight To The Tobacconist's.

Yes, And When The Love Of Life Disappears, No Meaning Can Console Us.

Every Revolutionary Ends Up Either By Becoming An Oppressor Or A Heretic.