Liberty Is Dangerous.

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

The Struggle To Reach The Top Is Itself Enough To Fulfill The Heart Of Man. One Must Believe That Sisyphus Is Happy.

In Art, Rebellion Is Consummated And Perpetuated In The Act Of Real Creation, Not In Criticism Or Commentary.

A Sub-clerk In The Post-office Is The Equal Of A Conqueror If Consciousness Is Common To Them.

The Real 19th Century Prophet Was Dostoevsky, Not Karl Marx.