The artist forges himself to the others, midway between the beauty he cannot do without and the community he cannot tear himself away from. That is why true artists scorn nothing: they are obliged to understand rather than to judge.
Retaliation is related to nature and instinct, not to law. Law, by definition, cannot obey the same rules as nature.
Our technical civilization has just reached its greatest level of savagery. We will have to choose, in the more or less near future, between collective suicide and the intelligent use of our scientific conquests.
Nothing is more despicable than respect based on fear.
No matter what cause one defends, it will suffer permanent disgrace if one resorts to blind attacks on crowds of innocent people in which the killer knows in advance that he will kill women and children.
Men must live and create. Live to the point of tears.
Man wants to live, but it is useless to hope that this desire will dictate all his actions.
Man must exalt justice in order to fight against eternal injustice, create happiness in order to protest against the universe of unhappiness.
Man cannot do without beauty, and this is what our era pretends to want to disregard.
In our wildest aberrations we dream of an equilibrium we have left behind, which we naively expect to find at the end of our errors. Childish presumption which justifies the fact that child-nations, inheriting our follies, are now directing our history.
In order to understand the world, one has to turn away from it on occasion.
In order to speak about all and to all, one has to speak of what all know and of the reality common to us all. The sea, rains, necessity, desire, the struggle against death-these are the things that unite us all.