Two people in love, alone, isolated from the world, that's very beautiful. But what would they nourish their intimate talk with? However contemptible the world may be, they still need it to be able to talk together.

A single metaphor can give birth to love.

For existential mathematics, which does not exist, would probably propose this equation: the value of coincidence equals the degree of its improbability.

When the heart speaks, the mind finds it indecent to object.

A man able to think isn't defeated - even when he is defeated.

we might also call vertigo the intoxication of the weak. aware of his weakness, a man decides to give in rather than stand up to it. he is drunk with weakness, wishes to grow even weaker, wishes to fall down in the middle of the main square in front of everybody, wishes to be down, lower than down.

Solitude: a sweet absence of looks.