Romance only comes into existence where love is fatal, frowned upon and doomed by life itself.

Love ceases to be a demon only when he ceases to be a god.

Love ceases to be a demon only when it ceases to be a god.

To love in the sense of passion-love is the contrary of to live. It is an impoverishment of one's being, an askesis without sequel, an inability to enjoy the present without imagining it as absent, a never-ending flight from possession.

The more a man is given to sentiment ,the more likely is he to be wordy and to speak well.

I would not have imagined that love himself would have such a fatal blow this.