What is this love that more than all the cursed deadly or any other of its great movers so moves the soul and soul what is this soul that more than by any of its great movers is by love so moved?

What can it matter to me, that I succeed or fail ? The undertaking is none of mine, if they want me to succeed I'll fail, and vice versa, so as not to be rid of my tormentors.

The old endless chain of love, tolerance, indifference, aversion and disgust

What are we doing here, that is the question. And we are blessed in this, that we happen to know the answer. Yes, in the immense confusion one thing alone is clear. We are waiting for Godot to come

As it is with the love of the body, so with the friendship of the mind, the full is only reached by admittance to the most retired places.

God is love. Yes or no? No.

To him who has nothing it is forbidden not to relish filth.