The struggle we undergo to remain faithful to one we love is little better than infidelity.

True love is like ghosts, which everybody talks about and few have seen.

When love becomes labored we welcome an act of infidelity towards ourselves to free us from fidelity

Absence diminishes small loves and increases great ones, as the wind blows out the candle and fans the bonfire.

There are very few people who are not ashamed of having been in love when they no longer love each other.

We forgive so long as we love.