To Grow Old Is To Pass From

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

Every Artist Preserves Deep Within Him A Single Source From Which, Throughout His Lifetime, He Draws What He Is, And What He Says. When The Source Dries Up, The Work Withers And Crumbles.

The Day Of My Arrest I Was First Put In A Room Where There Were Already Several Other Prisoners, Most Of Them Arabs. They Laughed When They Saw Me. Then They Asked What I Was In For. I Said I'd Killed An Arab And They Were All Silent

The Best Revenge You Can Have On Intellectuals Is To Be Madly Happy.

Existence Is Illusory And It Is Eternal.