All the concessions we make to Eros are holes in our desire for the absolute.

So long as man is protected by madness - he functions - and flourishes.

Skepticism is the elegance of anxiety.

Much more than our other needs and endeavors, it is sexuality that puts us on an even footing with our kind: the more we practice it, the more we become like everyone else: it is in the performance of a reputedly bestial function that we prove our status as citizens: nothing is more public than the sexual act.

We are afraid of the enormity of the possible.

Humanity adores only those who cause it to perish.

I do not want to see BP nickel and diming these businesses that are having a tough time.