We could say that love is a tenacious adventure. The adventurous side is necessary, but equally so is the need for tenacity. To give up at the first hurdle, the first quarrel, is only to distort love. Real love is one that triumphs lastingly, sometimes painfully, over the hurdles erected by time, space and the world.

Evil is the moment when I lack the strength to be true to the Good that compels me.

In order to improve democracy, then, it's necessary to change the people, as Brecht ironically proposed.

The absolute contingency of the encounter takes on the appearance of destiny. The declaration of love marks the transition from chance to destiny and that's why it is so perilous and so burdened with a kind of horrifying stage fright.

There is a kind of serenity in love which is almost a paradise.

Love and politics are the two great figures of social engagement. Politics is enthusiasm with a collective; with love, two people. So love is the minimal form of communism.

There is no ethics in general. There are only-eventually-ethics of processes by which we treat the possibilities of a situation.