Liberty Is The Right Not

Gilbert Jonas, Painter, Believed In His Star.... His Own Faith Was Not, However, Without Its Virtues Because It Consisted In Admitting, In Some Obscure Way, That He Would Obtain Many Things Without Deserving Them.

I Felt The Urge To Reassure Him That I Was Like Everybody Else, Just Like Everybody Else.

I Lived With The Only Continuity, Day To Day, Of The Me-me-me.

The Act Of Love Is A Confession.

When Love Ceases To Be Tragic It Is Something Else And The Individual Again Throws Himself In Search Of Tragedy.