Of course, true love is exceptional - two or three times a century, more or less. The rest of the time there is vanity or boredom.

“ما أقسى أن يعيش الإنسان فقط مع ما يعرف ويتذكر، محروما مما يرجو ويتأمل”

“Je ne sais plus si je vis ou si je me souviens.”

“Just as there is a moment when the artist must stop, when the sculpture must be…”

“Where there is no hope, it is incumbent on us to invent it.”