Effort Is Only Effort When It Begins

By Speaking, By Thinking, We Undertake To Clarify Things, And That Forces Us To Exacerbate Them, Dislocate Them, Schematize Them. Every Concept Is In Itself An Exaggeration.

We Fall In Love When Our Imagination Projects Nonexistent Perfection Upon Another Person. One Day, The Fantasy Evaporates And With It, Love Dies.

What, By A Word Lacking Even In Grammar, Is Called Amorality, Is A Thing That Does Not Exist. If You Are Unwilling To Submit To Any Norm, You Have, Nolens Volens , To Submit To The Norm Of Denying All Morality, And This Is Not Amoral, But Immoral. It Is A Negative Morality Which Preserves The Empty Form Of The Other.

The Truth Is That No Horizon Is Especially Interesting By Itself, By Virtue Of Its Peculiar Content, And That Any Horizon, Wide Or Narrow, Brilliant Or Dull, Varied Or Monotonous, May Possess An Interest Of Its Own Which Merely Requires A Vital Adjustment To Be Discovered.

The Assurance That We Have No Means Of Answering [final] Questions Is No Valid Excuse For Callousness Towards Them. The More Deeply Should We Feel, Down To The Roots Of Our Being, Their Pressure And Their Sting. Whose Hunger Has Ever Been [sated] With The Knowledge That He Could Not Eat?