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?

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

Dead voices, lost sounds, forgotten noises, vibrations lockstepping into the abyss and now too distant ever to be recaptured!...What sort of arrows would be able to transfix such birds?

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.

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

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

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?