The Only Real Progress Lies In Learning

Without Freedom, No Art; Art Lives Only On The Restraints It Imposes On Itself, And Dies Of All Others.

A Living Man Can Be Enslaved And Reduced To The Historic Condition Of An Object. But If He Dies In Refusing To Be Enslaved, He Reaffirms The Existence Of Another Kind Of Human Nature Which Refuses To Be Classified As An Object.

What Must Be Remembered In Any Case Is That Secret Complicity That Joins The Logical And The Everyday To The Tragic.

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

Freedom Is Not Constituted Primarily Of Privileges But Of Responsibilities.