Love is the magician that pulls man out of his own hat.

Love is a hole in the heart.

A man nearly always loves for other reasons than he thinks. A lover is apt to be as full of secrets from himself as is the object of his love from him.

He was in love with life as an ant on a summer blade of grass

I know that a man who shows me his wealth is like the beggar who shows me his poverty; they are both looking for alms from me, the rich man for the alms of my envy, the poor man for the alms of my guilt.

A movie is never any better than the stupidest man connected with it.