History is as light as individual human life, unbearably light, light as a feather, as dust swirling into the air, as whatever will no longer exist t… - Milan Kundera

He was down and out, the Catholics took him in, and before he knew it, he had faith. So it was gratitude that decided the issue, most likely. Human decisions are terribly simple.

Perhaps I love you. Perhaps I love you very much. But probably just for this reason it would be better if we remain as we are. I think a man and a woman love each other all the more when they don't live together and when they know about each other only that they exist, and when they are grateful to each other for the fact that they exist and that they know they exist. And that alone is enough for their happiness.

To be absolutely modern is to be the ally of one's grave diggers.