Eh quoi! pensais-je alors, si ton âme avec ton corps doit se dissoudre, réalise au plus tôt la joie. Si peut-être elle est imortelle, n'auras-tu pas … - André Gide

Art begins with resistance — at the point where resistance is overcome. No human masterpiece has ever been created without great labor.

Most people believe it is only by constraint they can get any good out of themselves, and so they live in a state of psychological distortion. It is his own self that each of them is most afraid of resembling. Each of them sets up a pattern and imitates it; he doesn't even choose the pattern he imitates: he accepts a pattern that has been chosen for him. And yet I verily believe there are other things to be read in man. But people don't dare to - they don't dare to turn the page. Laws of imitation! Laws of fear, I call them. The fear of finding oneself alone - that is what they suffer from - and so they don't find themselves at all. I detest such moral agoraphobia - the most odious cowardice I call it. Why, one always has to be alone to invent anything - but they don't want to invent anything. The part in each of us that we feel is different from other people is just the part that is rare, the part that makes our special value - and that is the very thing people try to suppress. They go on imitating. And yet they think they love life.

There is a germ of revolt lying in the spirit of inquiry and critical curiosity.