An illusion shared by everyone becomes a reality.

Love is the active concern for the life and the growth of that which we love.

We substitute, or we rather hide, this fear of real intimacy by a superficial kind of friendliness, which is quite nice, but nevertheless, very shallow.

Is love an art? Then it requires knowledge and effort.

I would say that love today is a relatively rare phenomenon, that we have a great deal of sentimentality; we have a great deal of illusion about love, namely as a... as something one falls in.

Modern man thinks he loses something - time - when he does not do things quickly. Yet he does not know what to do with the time he gains, except kill it.

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