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

Evil is the interruption of a truth by the pressure of particular or individual interests.

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.

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

All resistance is a rupture with what is. And every rupture begins, for those engaged in it, through a rupture with oneself.

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.

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.