DOF is a measurable constant. Bokeh regroup many other constants such as transitions. The bigger the sensor (and the color depth) the better is the bokeh (quality of the DOF). Strange fact is that all those formulas are not studied in art school (maybe roughly exposed) and I wonder why ? Maybe because they teach you how to get quality product out of YOU and not of the technical side of your camera (which is just an extension, a tool).
Just to disturb armand, a simple inexpensive Mamyia ZD (22MP), when used correctly, will give you far better pictures than your D750. How ? Well... I'm sure there is some associations around you that teach photo and own MF and even LF cameras. When you will try it, taste it, you will forget about those useless/endless forum conversations.
Now you need to find the willpower to go to register in this associations and finally, discovering/testing/experimenting the wide spectrum of photography tools. The goal is to open the eyes.
But armand, your avatar represent something interesting and I think some other over here should have a look at this
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Myth_of_Sisyphus"In the essay, Camus introduces his philosophy of the absurd: man's futile search for meaning, unity, and clarity in the face of an unintelligible world devoid of God and eternal truths or values."
See "God" and "eternal truths or values" as the deep meanings of photography. You'll never reach it, we'll never reach it, we'll never be able to describe nor quantify it. Today some peps think that DxO is god rofl !
This fact introduce another interesting constants such as Fatality and Resignation.
Back in the old days, I tried to convince Sisyphus, explaining him that even if he get the "truth" and the "meaning" he will not be more happy. I went to war, had children, accomplished things, got highs and downs... quite a full life, just accomplished my destiny while he was perpetually seeking ... seeking what ? This is the question I putted on the table one day he was resting. I brought him some goat cheese, wine and honey. Man... he was wreaked. His eyes was empty, stuck in time, empty of sense. He was unable to answer my question, unable to know what exactly he was seeking. He became crazy. Was a bad day, quite depressing to see a friend going this way, so far... I went on my own quest and I never seen him again.