O love, if I regret the age when one savors you, it is not for the hour of pleasure, but for the one that follows it.

When we recognise the virtues, the talent, the beauty of Mother Earth, something is born in us, some kind of connection, love is born.

The true man wants two things: danger and play. For that reason he wants woman, as the most dangerous plaything.

Kisses are a better fate than wisdom.

If music be the food of love, play on.

Mother is the name for God in the lips and hearts of little children.

I don’t think I’ve ever felt that same kind of peace, the kind of serenity that I felt after acknowledging that maybe I was going to die of this TB.

Between men and women there is no friendship possible. There is passion, enmity, worship, love, but no friendship.

Whosoever is delighted in solitude is either a wild beast or a god.

The sadness of the women’s movement is that they don’t allow the necessity of love. See, I don’t personally trust any revolution where love is not allowed.

Be of love a little more careful than of anything.

I think that God, in creating man, somewhat overestimated his ability.

Legend: A lie that has attained the dignity of age.

Behold the child, by Nature’s kindly law pleased with a rattle, tickled with a straw.

The love we give away is the only love we keep.

We are anthill men upon an anthill world.

Of all nature’s gifts to the human race, what is sweeter to a man than his children?

My father wasn’t a cruel man. And I loved him. But he was a pretty tough character. His own father was even tougher – one of those Victorians, hard as iron – but my dad was tough enough.

Once writing has become your major vice and greatest pleasure, only death can stop it.

Whenever I think of the past, it brings back so many memories.

He who falls in love with himself will have no rivals.

If you love somebody, let them go, for if they return, they were always yours. And if they don’t, they never were.

What I can say is that all my characters are searching for their souls, because they are my mirrors. I’m someone who is constantly trying to understand my place in the world, and literature is the best way that I found in order to see myself.

I like to write about love and love lost because I feel like there are so many different subcategories of emotions that you can possibly delve into.

To all those who have suffered as a consequence of our troubled past I extend my sincere thoughts and deep sympathy. With the benefit of historical hindsight we can all see things which we would wish had been done differently or not at all.

Age doesn’t bother me. So many of my heroes were older guys. It’s the lack of years left that weighs far heavier on me than the age that I am.

I have found the paradox, that if you love until it hurts, there can be no more hurt, only more love.

Little Red Riding Hood was my first love. I felt that if I could have married Little Red Riding Hood, I should have known perfect bliss.

Life levels all men. Death reveals the eminent.

Happy, happy Christmas, that can win us back to the delusions of our childhood days, recall to the old man the pleasures of his youth, and transport the traveler back to his own fireside and quiet home!

I am rather inclined to silence.

All women have a perception much more developed than men. So all women somehow, being repressed for so many millennia, they ended up by developing this sixth sense and contemplation and love. And this is something that we have a hard time to accept as part of our society.

In my younger days, I was trying to write sophisticated prose and fantastic stories.

The god of love lives in a state of need. It is a need. It is an urge. It is a homeostatic imbalance. Like hunger and thirst, it’s almost impossible to stamp out.

Agape, the love of each one of us for the other, from the closest to the furthest, is in fact the only way that Jesus has given us to find the way of salvation and of the Beatitudes.

The aim of the wise is not to secure pleasure, but to avoid pain.

In the flush of love’s light, we dare be brave. And suddenly we see that love costs all we are, and will ever be. Yet it is only love which sets us free.

We are masters of the unsaid words, but slaves of those we let slip out.

Marriage is the death of hope.

I do sometimes look back at things I’ve written in the past, and think, ‚I just don’t remember being the person who wrote that.‘

At the touch of love everyone becomes a poet.

Great indebtedness does not make men grateful, but vengeful; and if a little charity is not forgotten, it turns into a gnawing worm.

Part of every misery is, so to speak, the misery’s shadow or reflection: the fact that you don’t merely suffer but have to keep on thinking about the fact that you suffer. I not only live each endless day in grief, but live each day thinking about living each day in grief.

For what is love itself, for the one we love best? An enfolding of immeasurable cares which yet are better than any joys outside our love.

I don’t care about age. Nor do I care about those who do not accept the science. I don’t have as much experience, and therefore I listen more. But I also have the right to express my opinion, no matter my age.

Remembrance and reflection how allied. What thin partitions divides sense from thought.

Accept the things to which fate binds you, and love the people with whom fate brings you together, but do so with all your heart.

If you haven’t found it yet, keep looking. Don’t settle. As with all matters of the heart, you’ll know when you find it. And, like any great relationship, it just gets better and better as the years roll on.

Yet it is in our idleness, in our dreams, that the submerged truth sometimes comes to the top.

Part of me feels you can’t say you were truly in love if it didn’t last. If I end up getting married and having kids, that’s when I’ll know it’s real – because it lasted.

Anyone who’s a chef, who loves food, ultimately knows that all that matters is: ‚Is it good? Does it give pleasure?‘

Everybody looks like clones and the only people you notice are my age. I don’t notice anybody unless they look great, and every now and again they do, and they are usually 70.

Falling in love and having a relationship are two different things.

Much that passes as idealism is disguised hatred or disguised love of power.

There is no subject on which more dangerous nonsense is talked and thought than marriage.

The measure of a life, after all, is not its duration, but its donation.

Love is blind; friendship closes its eyes.

For me, when I picture the person I want to end up with, I don’t think about what their career is, or what they look like. I picture the feeling I get when I’m with them.

I had a lovers quarrel with the world.

Little children are still the symbol of the eternal marriage between love and duty.

No one can look back on his schooldays and say with truth that they were altogether unhappy.