« In a world of surplus, plethora, poorly distributed material goods, the only unique good is love between beings. »

« These words of grace of the human phenomenon that we are also for ourselves, we all know from our childhood, when loneliness is not felt by us as the bitter rejection of our desire by that of others but because, we tired of having exercised ourselves to our best expression given, in the day, in a work, or in encounters with others at the limits of our desire and our power , we sink, with delights in restful sleep. For man after the games of desire must return to his body in a breathless solitude of his being in the world, to the rhythm of his breath, in the oblivion of thoughts, and gestures, of his feelings, of himself and of his loved ones as of his enemies in the dive to his resumed anonymity. He resorts to it in his sleep in forces that, on the fringes of his unconsciousness, revive the archaic faith into a living that ignores itself individual creature, in the rhythmic eclipse of his "me" who always desires, the confident at rest that makes him ignore him until his awakening. There, sometimes surprised at the strangeness that dreams visited him, leading his thoughts in paths that his watch ignores, he finds his needs for exchanges and consumption that then make him again to his attentive body and, by his desires taken up, again ready to pursue the drawings. 167 - `The Pocket Book 6612, 511` »

« There is bad depressive loneliness, and then there is a second time which is bad loneliness apparently aggressive by feeling persecution. Whoever else is supposed to reject us, while in depressive solitude it is oneself who does not find himself there and who asks someone else: "Tell me something so that I can exist". »