May Heaven Protect Us, Cher Monsieur, From

We Have Art In Order Not To Die Of Life.

A Man Devoid Of Hope And Conscious Of Being So Has Ceased To Belong To The Future.

It Was Previously A Question Of Finding Out Whether Or Not Life Had To Have A Meaning To Be Lived. It Now Becomes Clear On The Contrary That It Will Be Lived All The Better If It Has No Meaning

Against Eternal Injustice, Man Must Assert Justice, And To Protest Against The Universe Of Grief, He Must Create Happiness.

That's Love, Giving Everything, Sacrificing All Without Hope Of Return.