Men Cry Because Things Are Not What

Nature Is A Burning And Frigid, Transparent And Limited Universe In Which Nothing Is Possible But Everything Is Given.

This Divorce Between Man And His Life, The Actor And His Setting, Is Properly The Feeling Of Absurdity.

Truth And Freedom, Having Few Lovers, Are Demanding Mistresses.

Liberty Is Dangerous, As Hard To Get Along With As It Is Exciting.

On The Ridge Where The Great Artist Moves Forward, Every Step Is An Adventure, An Extreme Risk. In That Risk, However, And Only There, Lays The Freedom Of Art.