Artists are, above all, men who want to become
inhuman.
A structure becomes architectural, and not sculptural, when its elements no longer have their justification in nature.
I love men, not for what unites them, but
for what divides them, and I want to know most of all what gnaws at their
hearts.
Now and then it's good to pause in our
pursuit of happiness and just be happy.
One can't carry one's father's corpse about
everywhere.
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