Today, it seems to me that love and friendship play a central role, and that without them even the noblest achievements and the most fundamental principles remain pale, empty, and dangerous. . . . Love lures people out of their limited 'individuality', it expands horizons, and it changes every object in their way. Yet there is no merit in this kind of love. It is subjected neither to the intellect nor to the will; it is the result of a fortunate constellation of circumstances. It is a gift, not an achievement.
Killing Time. Chicago – London: University of Chicago Press, 1995. p.173.