It Is Better; Heavier, Crueler. The Mouth

Because We Can Imagine, We Are Free.

This Is The Basis For The Joy Of Love When There Is Joy; We Feel That Our Existence Is Justified.

Life Is A Useless Passion.

In A Word, Man Must Create His Own Essence: It Is In Throwing Himself Into The World, Suffering There, Struggling There, That He Gradually Defines Himself.

I Should Wish [alain Robbe-grillet] To Realize That Guinea Exists.