“Evil is the moment when I lack the strength to be true to the Good that compels me.”

Politics is enthusiasm with a collective; with love, two people. So love is the minimal form of communism.

A Truth is the subjective development of that which is at once both new and universal. New: that which is unforeseen by the order of creation. Universal: that which can interest, rightly, every human individual, according to his pure humanity.

Art attests to what is inhuman in man.

Evil is the interruption of a truth by the pressure of particular or individual interests.

Liberal capitalism is not at all the Good of humanity. Quite the contrary; it is the vehicle of savage, destructive nihilism.

Love without risk is an impossibility, like war without death.

We need to invent a non-Euclidian mathematics with respect to political discipline.

Those who have nothing have only their discipline.

Love and politics are the two great figures of social engagement.

There is a kind of serenity in love which is almost a paradise.

I am surprised to see that today everything that does not amount to surrender pure and simple to generalized capitalism.

The aesthetic process decentres the specular relation with which ideology perpetuates its closed infinity.

Love can only consist in failure…on the fallacious assumption that it is a relationship. But it is not. It is a production of truth.

All resistance is a rupture with what is. And every rupture begins, for those engaged in it, through a rupture with oneself.

We could say that love is a tenacious adventure. The adventurous side is necessary, but equally so is the need for tenacity. To give up at the first hurdle, the first quarrel, is only to distort love. Real love is one that triumphs lastingly, sometimes painfully, over the hurdles erected by time, space and the world.

But more subtly the written press, are quite spectacular powers of unreason and ignorance.