We Are All Special Cases.

Like Great Works, Deep Feelings Always Mean More Than They Are Conscious Of Saying.

Art And Revolt Will Die Only With The Last Man.

Without Freedom There Is No Art.

The World Is Never Quiet, Even Its Silence Eternally Resounds With The Same Notes, In Vibrations Which Escape Our Ears. As For Those That We Perceive, They Carry Sounds To Us, Occasionally A Chord, Never A Melody.

Since The Order Of The World Is Shaped By Death, Mightn't It Be Better For God If We Refuse To Believe In Him, And Struggle With All Our Might Against Death Without Raising Our Eyes Towards The Heaven Where He Sits In Silence?