Those Who Have Nothing Have Only Their

If You Limit Yourself To Sexual Pleasure It's Narcissistic. You Don't Connect With The Other, You Take What Pleasure You Want From Them.

There Is No Ethics In General. There Are Only-eventually-ethics Of Processes By Which We Treat The Possibilities Of A Situation.

In Love, Fidelity Signifies This Extended Victory: The Randomness Of An Encounter Defeated Day After Day Through The Invention Of What Will Endure.

Let Us Say In Passing That Since (philosophical) Remedies Are Often Worse Than The Malady, Our Age, In Order To Be Cured Of The Plato Sickness, Has Swallowed Such Doses Of A Relativist, Vaguely Skeptical, Lightly Spiritualist And Insipidly Moralist Medicine, That It Is In The Process Of Gently Dying, In The Small Bed Of Its Supposed Democratic Comfort.

The Absolute Contingency Of The Encounter Takes On The Appearance Of Destiny. The Declaration Of Love Marks The Transition From Chance To Destiny And That's Why It Is So Perilous And So Burdened With A Kind Of Horrifying Stage Fright.