He Who Despairs Is Wrong.

I See Black Light (his Last Words)

I Am Not In The World To Care For My Life, But For Souls.

Separated Lovers Cheat Absence By A Thousand Fancies Which Have Their Own Reality. They Are Prevented From Seeing One Another And They Cannot Write; Nevertheless They Find Countless Mysterious Ways Of Corresponding, By Sending Each Other The Song Of Birds, The Scent Of Flowers, The Laughter Of Children.

Freedom In Art, Freedom In Society, This Is The Double Goal Towards Which All Consistent And Logical Minds Must Strive.

The Miserable's Name Is Man; He Is Agonizing In All Climes, And He Is Groaning In All Languages.