Love...no such thing. Whatever it is that binds families and married couples together, that's not love. That's stupidity or selfishness or fear. Love doesn't exist. Self interest exists, attachment based on personal gain exists, complacency exists. But not love. Love has to be reinvented, that’s certain.

Je est un autre. (I is someone else).

A man who wants to mutilate himself is certainly damned, isn't he?

Weakness or strength: you exist, that is strength. You don't know where you are going or why you are going, go in everywhere, answer everyone. No one will kill you, any more than if you were a corpse.

Only divine love bestows the keys of knowledge.

It was the voice of mad seas, roaring immense,/ That shattered your infant breast, too soft, too human.

. . . be absolute moderne.