Archiduc confesses to me that he discovered his truth when he espoused the Resistance. Until then he was an actor of his life, irreverent and suspicious. Insincerity poisoned him. A sterile gloominess had gradually laid its pall upon him. Now he loves, he expends himself, he's involved, he goes naked, he provokes. I much appreciate this alchemist.
- from Leaves of Hypos, René Char