Love is a desire for that lost half of ourselves.

When his wife was at his side, she was also in front of him, marking out the horizon of his life. Now the horizon is empty: the view has changed.

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.

I want you to be weak. As weak as I am.

Today I know this: when it comes time to take stock, the most painful wound is that of broken friendships; and there is nothing more foolish than to sacrifice a friendship to politics.

I feel a frantic desire to free myself. To start all over again and in another way.

For the body is temporal and thought is eternal and the shimmering essence of flame is an image of thought.