The decadent international but individualistic capitalism in the hands of which we found ourselves after the war is not a success. It is not intelligent. It is not beautiful. It is not just. It is not virtuous. And it doesn't deliver the goods.
Life is a series of collisions with the future; it is not the sum of what we have been, but what we yearn to be.
Real love is more than a physical feeling. If there's even the slightest doubt in your head about a guy, then forget about it. It's not real.