I am from a family of artists. Here I am, making a living in the arts. It has not been a rebellion. It's as though I had taken over the family ESSO station.

The arts are not a way to make a living. They are a very human way of making life more bearable. Practicing an art, no matter how well or badly, is a way to make your soul grow, for heaven's sake.

Capital is money, capital is commodities. by virtue of it being value, it has acquired the occult ability to add value to itself. It brings forth living offspring, or, at the least, lays golden eggs.

History does nothing; it does not possess immense riches, it does not fight battles. It is men, real, living, who do all this.

Capital is dead labor, which, vampire-like, lives only by sucking living labor, and lives the more, the more labor it sucks.

There is no man living who isn't capable of doing more than he thinks he can do.

We should keep the dead before our eyes, and honor them as though still living.

The key to immortality is first living a life worth remembering.