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When A Character Is Born, He Acquires At Once Such An Independence, Even Of His Own Author, That He Can Be Imagined By Everybody Even In Many Other Situations Where The Author Never Dreamed Of Placing Him; And So He Acquires For Himself A Meaning Which The Author Never Thought Of Giving Him.

As Soon As One Is Born, One Starts Dying.

I Hate Symbolic Art In Which The Presentation Loses All Spontaneous Movement In Order To Become A Machine, An Allegory -- A Vain And Misconceived Effort Because The Very Fact Of Giving An Allegorical Sense To A Presentation Clearly Shows That We Have To Do With A Fable Which By Itself Has No Truth Either Fantastic Or Direct; It Was Made For The Demonstration Of Some Moral Truth.

Man Never Reasons So Much And Becomes So Introspective As When He Suffers; Since He Is Anxious To Get At The Cause Of His Sufferings, To Learn Who Has Produced Them, And Whether It Is Just Or Unjust That He Should Have To Bear Them.

There Is Someone Who Is Living My Life. And I Know Nothing About Him.