Yes, I'm Happy, In Human

You Make The Mistake Of Thinking You Have To Choose, That You Have To Do What You Want, That There Are Conditions For Happiness. What Matters — All That Matters, Really Is The Will To Happiness, A Kind Of Enormous, Ever Present Consciousness. The Rest - Women , Art, Success — Is Nothing But Excuses. A Canvas Waiting For Our Embroideries.

When The Soul Suffers Too Much, It Develops A Taste For Misfortune.

That's The Way Man Is, Cher Monsieur. He Has Two Faces: He Can't Love Without Self-love.

I Draw From The Absurd Three Consequences: My Revolt, My Liberty, My Passion.

Moreover, Most People, Assuming They Had Not Altogether Abandoned Religious Observances, Or Did Not Combine Them Naively With A Thoroughly Immoral Way Of Living, Had Replace Normal Religious Practice By More Or Less Extravagant Superstitions.