I would define myself as a Marxian, and that means of course also as a humanist.

Erotic love begins with separateness, and ends in oneness. Motherly love begins with oneness, and leads to separateness.

I only wish to be the fountain of love from which you drink, every drop promising eternal passion.

Love is often nothing but a favorable exchange between two people who get the most of what they can expect, considering their value on the personality market.

Ger-mans love the ambiguous word, verbal assonances as ends in themselves,vague concepts. Anglosaxons are more clear.

There is only one reality: the act of feeling ourselves in the process of making choices.

You have to stop to change direction.