Love is the longing for the half of ourselves we have lost.

The reign of imagagology begins where history ends.

Art arises from sources other than logic." (p.32)

War and culture, those are the two poles of Europe, her heaven and hell, her glory and shame, and they cannot be separated from one another. When one comes to an end, the other will end also and one cannot end without the other. The fact that no war has broken out in Europe for fifty years is connected in some mysterious way with the fact that for fifty years no new Picasso has appeared either.

There are things that can be accomplished only by violence. Physical love is unthinkable without violence.

No love can survive muteness.

...[P]eople who shout joy from the rooftops are often the saddest of all... (p.24)