We All Have A Weakness For Beauty.

Over There, In Europe, All Was Shame And Anger. Here It Was Exile Or Solitude, Among These Languid And Agitated Madmen Who Danced In Order To Die.

Love Is The Kind Of Illness That Does Not Spare The Intelligent Or The Dull.

Absolute Freedom Mocks At Justice. Absolute Justice Denies Freedom.

What Is Called A Reason For Living Is Also An Excellent Reason For Dying.

I Draw From The Absurd Three Consequences: My Revolt, My Liberty, My Passion.