Hating someone is feeling irritation by their mere existence.

We fall in love when our imagination projects nonexistent perfection upon another person. One day, the fantasy evaporates and with it, love dies.

Hatred is a feeling which leads to the extinction of values.

The cynic, a parasite of civilization, lives by denying it, for the very reason that he is convinced that it will not fail.

By speaking, by thinking, we undertake to clarify things, and that forces us to exacerbate them, dislocate them, schematize them. Every concept is in itself an exaggeration.

One age cannot be completely understood if all the others are not understood. The song of history can only be sung as a whole.

Barbarism is the absence of standards to which appeal can be made.