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

We have the riots we deserve.

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

Liberal capitalism is not at all the Good of humanity. Quite the contrary; it is the vehicle of savage, destructive nihilism.

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.

I feel really assured by the fact that the women I have loved I have loved for always.

We must point out that in what concerns its material the event is not a miracle. What I mean is that what composes an event is always extracted from a situation, always related back to a singular multiplicity, to its state, to the language that is connected to it, etc. In fact, so as not to succumb to an obscurantist theory of creation ex nihilo, we must accept that an event is nothing but a part of a given situation, nothing but a fragment of being.