A Kiss Is The Beginning

A Man Who Finds Himself Among Others Is Irritated Because He Does Not Know Why He Is Not One Of The Others. In Bed Next To A Girl He Loves, He Forgets That He Does Not Know Why He Is Himself Instead Of The Body He Touches. Without Knowing It, He Suffers From The Mental Darkness That Keeps Him From Screaming That He Himself Is The Girl Who Forgets His Presence While Shuddering In His Arms.

If I Give Up The Viewpoint Of Action, My Perfect Nakedness Is Revealed To Me.

Life Has Always Taken Place In A Tumult Without Apparent Cohesion, But It Only Finds Its Grandeur And Its Reality In Ecstasy And In Ecstatic Love.

The Sexual Act Is In Time What The Tiger Is In Space.

At Man's Core There Is A Voice That Wants Him Never To Give In To Fear. But If It Is True That In General Man Cannot Give In To Fear, At The Very Least He Postpones Indefinitely The Moment When He Will Have To Confront Himself With The Object Of His Fear... When He Will No Longer Have The Assistance Of Reason As Guaranteed By God, Or When He Will No Longer Have The Assistance Of God Such As Reason Guaranteed. It Is Necessary To Recoil, But It Is Necessary To Leap, And Perhaps One Only Recoils In Order To Leap Better.