To Grow Old Is To Pass From

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

Our Civilization Survives In The Complacency Of Cowardly Or Malignant Minds -- A Sacrifice To The Vanity Of Aging Adolescents

Our Reason Has Driven All Away. Alone At Last, We End Up Ruling Over A Desert.

Finally, And Most Of All, Words Failed Him.

There Is No Frontier Between Being And Appearing.