Love is that splendid triggering of human vitality the supreme activity which nature affords anyone for going out of himself toward someone else.

We cannot put off living until we are ready. The most salient characteristic of life is its urgency, 'here and now' without any possible postponement. Life is fired at us point-blank.

The world is the sum-total of our vital possibilities.

Human vitality is so exuberant that in the sorriest desert it still finds a pretext for glowing and trembling.

The metaphor is perhaps one of man's most fruitful potentialities. Its efficacy verges on magic, and it seems a tool for creation which God forgot inside one of His creatures when He made him. All our faculties keep us within the realm of the real, of what is already there. The most we can do is to combine things or break them up. The metaphor alone furnishes an escape; between the real things, it lets emerge imaginary reefs, a crop of floating islands.

Life is a series of collisions with the future.

Love is exclusivity, selection.