Love can only consist in failure...on the fallacious assumption that it is a relationship. But it is not. It is a production of truth.

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

Love is not a contract between two narcissists.

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.

These latter institutions [the civil service, trade unions, media of all kinds], notably of course television, but more subtly the written press, are quite spectacular powers of unreason and ignorance.

Love without risk is an impossibility, like war without death.

A Truth is the subjective development of that which is at once both new and universal. New: that which is unforeseen by the order of creation. Universal: that which can interest, rightly, every human individual, according to his pure humanity.