One Does Not Adopt A New Idea,

The Individual's Duty Is To Do What He Wants To Do, To Think Whatever He Likes, To Be Accountable To No One But Himself, To Challenge Every Idea And Every Person.

He Walked On In Silence, The Solitary Sound Of His Footsteps Echoing In His Head, As In A Deserted Street, At Dawn. His Solitude Was So Complete, Beneath A Lovely Sky As Mellow And Serene As A Good Conscience, Amid That Busy Throng, That He Was Amazed At His Own Existence; He Must Be Somebody Else's Nightmare, And Whoever It Was Would Certainly Awaken Soon.

Everything That Exists Is Born For No Reason, Carries On Living Through Weakness, And Dies By Accident

L'homme Est Condamne A' E" Tre Libre. Man Is Condemned To Be Free.

To Think New Thoughts You Have To Break The Bones In Your Head