“What Comfort can the Vortices of Descartes give to a Man who has Whirlwinds in his bowels!”
“Forgiveness has its comforts, but it can never give you back what you've lost.”
“Art is a communication informing man of his own dignity, and of the value of his life, whether in joy or grief, whether in laughter or indignation, beauty or terror...Man needs the comfort of his own dignity...And that's what the artisf is for. To give him that comfort.”
“Every man who has in his soul a secret feeling of revolt against any act of the State, of life, or of destiny, is on the verge of riot; and so soon as it appears, he begins to quiver, and to feel himself borne away by the whirlwind.”
“Who can give a man this, his own name?”
“What Descartes did not know: no such isolated individual as he described can be conscious.”