Whoever gives nothing, has nothing. The greatest misfortune is not to be unloved, but not to love.
Marxism is not scientific: at the best, it has scientific prejudices.
There's the risk of being loved...and that would keep me from being happy.
Murder is terribly exhausting.
Like great works, deep feelings always mean more than they are conscious of saying.
In our wildest aberrations we dream of an equilibrium we have left behind and which we naively expect to find at the end of our errors. Childish presumption which justifies the fact that child-nations, inheriting our follies, are now directing our history.