If nothing had any meaning, you would be right. But there is something that still has a meaning.

The future is the only transcendental value for men without God.

In the world there is, parallel to the force of death and constraint, an enormous force of persuasion that is called culture.

The loss of love is the loss of all rights, even though one had them all.

Likewise, every time somebody interjects to speak of my honesty there is someone who quivers inside me.

After another moment's silence she mumbled that I was peculiar, that that was probably why she loved me but that one day I might disgust her for the very same reason.

Betrayal answers betrayal, the mask of love is answered by the disappearance of love.