Every Rebellion Implies Some Kind Of Unity.

The True Work Of Art Is Always On The Human Scale. It Is Essentially The One That Says, 'less.

There Is But One Truly Serious Philosophical Problem And That Is Suicide.

Every Revolutionary Ends Up Either By Becoming An Oppressor Or A Heretic.

It Happens That The Stage Sets Collapse. Rising, Streetcar, Four Hours In The Office Or The Factory, Meal, Streetcar, Four Hours Of Work, Meal, Sleep, And Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday And Saturday According To The Same Rhythm – This Path Is Easily Followed Most Of The Time. But One Day The “why” Arises And Everything Begins In That Weariness Tinged With Amazement.

Happiness Implied A Choice, And Within That Choice A Concerted Will, A Lucid Desire.