If our Gods and our hopes are nothing but scientific phenomena, then let us admit it must be said that our love is scientific as well.

Brunettes are full of electricity.

I am a man who knows nothing, guesses sometimes, finds frequently and who's always amazed.

I have come with this message: since our gods and our aspirations are no longer anything but scientific, why shouldn't our loves be so too?

There are some wounds that one can heal only by deepening them and making them worse.

My own self-consciousness cries out to me coldly: how does one love zero?

Uncertainty is a quality to be cherished, therefore – if not for it, who would dare to undertake anything?