“Quiconque, par excès d'amour, qui est une chose monstrueuse après tout, meurt de son malheur, naît à nouveau pour ne plus ni amour ni haine, mais pour jouir.”Tropique du cancer
En anglais : "Whoever, through too great love, which is monstrous after all, dies of his misery, is born again to know neither love nor hate, but to enjoy. And this joy of living, because it is unnaturally acquired, is a poison which eventually vitiates the whole world. Whatever is created beyond the normal limits of human suffering, acts as a boomerang and brings about destruction."
“Que celui qui meurt d'amour meurt donc de chagrin, car il n'y a rien de bon à aimer sans mourir.”Impasse des deux palais