One possessed a thousand and three women (in Spain alone), the other only one. But it is multiplicity that is impoverished, whilethe entire world is concentrated in a single being infinitely possessed. Tristan no longer needs the world--because he loves!… — Denis de Rougemont Copy Share Image
Animals do feel like us, also joy, love, fear and pain but they cannot grasp the spoken word. It is our obligation to take… — Denis de Rougemont Copy Share Image
“This peculiar connexion between a certain view of woman and the European conception of war has had profound consequences for morality, education, and politics.” — Denis de Rougemont Copy Share Image
Having fallen from the eternal, the Evil One's desires are endless, insatiable. Having fallen from pure Being, he is driven by the desire to… — Denis de Rougemont Copy Share Image
“So soon as passion goes beyond instinct and becomes truly itself, it tends to self self-description, either in order to justify or intensify its… — Denis de Rougemont Copy Share Image
A life allied with mine, for the rest of our lives... that is the miracle of marriage. — Denis de Rougemont Copy Share Image
“The more a man is given to sentiment ,the more likely is he to be wordy and to speak well.” — Denis de Rougemont Copy Share Image
Social confusion has now reached a point at which the pursuit of immorality turns out to be more exhausting than compliance with the old… — Denis de Rougemont Copy Share Image
To love in the sense of passion-love is the contrary of to live. It is an impoverishment of one's being, an askesis without sequel,… — Denis de Rougemont Copy Share Image
One possessed a thousand and three women (in Spain alone), the other only one. But it is multiplicity that is impoverished, whilethe entire world… — Denis de Rougemont Copy Share Image
Passion and marriage are essentially irreconcilable. Their origins and their ends make them mutually exclusive. Their co-existence in our midst constantly raises insoluble problems,… — Denis de Rougemont Copy Share Image
What stirs lyrical poets to their finest flights is neither the delight of the senses nor the fruitful contentment of the settled couple; not… — Denis de Rougemont Copy Share Image
