At the end of true love is death, and only the love that ends in death is love.

Nothing requires a greater effort of thought than arguments to justify the rule of non-thought.

Today we're all alike, all of us bound together by our shared apathy toward work. That very apathy has become a passion. The one great collective passion of our time.

Necessity knows no magic formulae-they are all left to chance. If a love is to be unforgettable, fortuities must immediately start fluttering down to it like birds to Francis of Assisi's shoulders.

We go through the present blindfolded... Only later, when the blindfold is removed and we examine the past, do we realize what we've been through and understand what it means.

Only animals were not expelled from Paradise.

People fascinated by the idea of progress never suspect that every step forward is also a step on the way to the end.