In the nineteenth century the problem was that God is dead. In the twentieth century the problem is that man is dead.

True love is like a pair of socks: you gotta have two and they've gotta match.

One of the worst forms of mental suffering is boredom, not knowing what to do with oneself and one's life. Even if man had no monetary, or any other reward, he would be eager to spend his energy in some meaningful way because he could not stand the boredom which inactivity produces.

If I love the other person, I feel one with him or her, but with him as he is, not as I need him to be as an object for my use. Respect thus implies the absence of exploitation: it allows the other to be, to change and to develop 'in his own ways.' This requires a commitment to know the other as a separate being, and not merely as a reflection of my own ego. According to Velleman this loving willingness and ability to see the other as they really are is foregrounded in our willingness to risk self-exposure.

Boredom is nothing but the experience of a paralysis of our productive powers.

Fairness means not to use fraud and trickery in the exchange of commodities and services and the exchange of feelings.

There is only one meaning of life: the act of living itself.