What one wrote playfully, another reads with tension and passion; what one wrote with tension and passion, another reads playfully.
Let us enrich ourselves with our mutual differences.
My hand feels touched as well as it touches; reality says this, and nothing more.
Love is acting stupid together.
What is simple is wrong, and what is complicated cannot be understood.
It would be impossible to "love" anyone or anything one knew completely. Love is directed towards what lies hidden in its object.