Time is too large, it can't be filled up. Everything you plunge into it is stretched and disintegrates.
Nothingness haunts Being.
Who can exhaust a man? Who knows a man's resources?
If you die, I will lie down beside you and I will stay there until the end, without eating or drinking, you will rot in my arms and I will love you as carcass: for you love nothing if you do not love everything.
Hell is other people at breakfast.
It is too early to love. We will buy the right to do so by shedding blood.