The Only Thing Of Which One Can

I Identify Myself In Language, But Only By Losing Myself In It Like An Object. What Is Realised In My History Is Not The Past Definite Of What Was, Since It Is No More, Or Even The Present Perfect Of What Has Been In What I Am, But The Future Anterior Of What I Shall Have Been For What I Am In The Process Of Becoming.

The Mirror Stage As Formative In The Function Of The I As Revealed In Psychoanalytic Experience.

Love Makes The Real Of Desire Accessible Without Its Tragic Dimension

The Unconscious Is The Discourse Of The Other.

Love Means Giving Something You Don't Have To Someone Who Doesn't Want It.