One does not kill oneself for love of a woman, but because love - any love - reveals us in our nakedness, our misery, our vulnerability, our nothingness.

One stops being a child when one realizes that telling one's trouble does not make it any better.

No woman marries for money; they are all clever enough, before marrying a millionaire, to fall in love with him first.

Perfect behavior is born of complete indifference. Perhaps this is why we always love madly someone who treats us with indifference.

Love is the cheapest of religions.

Living is like working out a long addition sum, and if you make a mistake in the first two totals you will never find the right answer. It means involving oneself in a complicated chain of circumstances.