In our world of rampant individualisation, relationships are mixed blessings. They vacillate between a sweet dream and a nightmare, and there is no telling when one turns into the other.

The so called "progress," "time marching on," is not a straight line, but a pendulum.

You judge a society by the decency of living of the weakest

You are a stranger, I am a stranger, we all remain strangers, and nevertheless we can like or even love each other.

Most young people today prefer just to move in together and stay together as long, but no longer, as satisfaction lasts.

If there is something to permit the distinction between "solid" and "liquid" phases of modernity (that is, arranging them in an order of succession), it is the change in both the manifest and latent purpose behind the effort.

There is less pressure on abandoning native communities: what for? There is nothing to be gained by it. On one hand, there are plenty tempting opportunities of experimenting with identities - being one kind of person today and a different the next day. On the other hand, there is little pressure to include the ethnic identity or religious identity into this mechanism, because now everybody is in a kind of Diaspora today.