If Absolute Truth Belongs To

A Profound Thought Is In A Constant State Of Becoming; It Adopts The Experience Of A Life And Assumes Its Shape.

There Is In Me An Anarchy And Frightful Disorder. Creating Makes Me Die A Thousand Deaths, Because It Means Making Order, And My Entire Being Rebels Against Order. But Without It I Would Die, Scattered To The Winds.

Once One's Up Against It, The Precise Manner Of One's Death Has Obviously Small Importance.

The Realization That Life Is Absurd Cannot Be An End, But Only A Beginning.

Marxism Is Not Scientific: At The Best, It Has Scientific Prejudices.