Jealousy comes from self-love rather than from true love.

There is no beyond, there is only here, the infinitely small, infinitely great and utterly demanding present.

Being in love is an exhausting business.

As we live our precarious lives on the brink of the void, constantly coming closer to a state of nonbeing, we are all too often aware of our fragitlity.

All art deals with the absurd and aims at the simple. Good art speaks truth, indeed is truth, perhaps the only truth.

The chief requirement of the good life, is to live without any image of oneself.

Marriage isn't a tram. It doesn't have to get anywhere.