Marxism Is Not Scientific: At The Best,

I Am Too Much In Love With My Lies And Hypocrisies Not To Confess Them Fervently.

He's Incapable Of Suffering For A Long Time, Or Being Happy For A Long Time. Which Means That He's Incapable Of Anything Really Worth While.

When Love Ceases To Be Tragic It Is Something Else And The Individual Again Throws Himself In Search Of Tragedy.

Artistic Creation Is A Demand For Unity And A Rejection Of The World.

I Draw From The Absurd Three Consequences: My Revolt, My Liberty, My Passion.