In A World That Has Ceased To

Modern Conquerors Can Kill, But Do Not Seem To Be Able To Create. Artists Know How To Create But Cannot Really Kill. Murderers Are Only Very Exceptionally Found Among Artists.

There Exists An Obvious Fact That Seems Utterly Moral: Namely, That A Man Is Always Prey To His Truths. Once He Has Admitted Them, He Cannot Free Himself From Them. One Has To Pay Something. A Man Who Has Become Conscious Of The Absurd Is Forever Bound To It.

Why Should It Be Essential To Love Rarely In Order To Love Much?

Death Means Nothing To Men Like Me. It's The Event That Proves Them Right.

Where Would His Torture Be, Indeed, If At Every Step The Hope Of Succeeding Upheld Him?