I Rebel; Therefore I Exist.

What Would Become Of The World If The Condemned Started To Confide Their Heartaches To The Executioners?

A Man Without Ethics Is A Wild Beast Loosed Upon This World.

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

To Begin With, Poor People´s Memory Is Less Nourished Than That Of A Rich; It Has Fewer Landmarks In Space Because They Seldom Leave The Place Where They Live, And Fewer Reference Points In Time Throughtout Lives That Are Grey And Featureless.

The True Work Of Art Is Always On The Human Scale. It Is Essentially The One That Says, 'less.