... I Suppose That It Is Not

Should I Kill Myself, Or Have A Cup Of Coffee?

It Takes Time To Live. Like Any Work Of Art, Life Needs To Be Thought About.

But What Does It Mean, The Plague? It's Life, That's All.

The Aim Of Art, The Aim Of A Life Can Only Be To Increase The Sum Of Freedom And Responsibility To Be Found In Every Man And In The World. It Cannot, Under Any Circumstances, Be To Reduce Or Suppress That Freedom, Even Temporarily.

Creating Is Living Doubly. The Groping, Anxious Quest Of A Proust, His Meticulous Collecting Of Flowers, Of Wallpapers, And Of Anxieties, Signifies Nothing Else.