but perhaps we should love what we cannot understand
Liberty is the right not to lie.
People don't love each other at our age, Martheโthey please each other, that's all. Later on, when you're old and impotent, you can love someone. At our age, you just think you do. That's all it is.
We don't have the time to completely be ourselves. We only have the room to be happy.
Still, obviously, one can't be sensible all the time.
... one cannot be happy in exile or in oblivion. One cannot always be a stranger. I want to return to my homeland, make all my loved ones happy. I see no further than this.