No ends, simply means.

She was wearing a pair of my pajamas with the sleeves rolled up. When she laughed I wanted her again. A minute later she asked me if I loved her. I told her it didn't mean anything but that I didn't think so. She looked sad. But as we were fixing lunch, and for no apparent reason, she laughed in such a way that I kissed her.

I know of only one duty, and that is to love.

At any street corner the feeling of absurdity can strike any man in the face.

Indeed, men never know how to love. nothing satisfies them. All they know is to dream, to imagine new duties, to look for new countries and new homes. While we women, we know that we must hasten to love, to share the same bed, hold hands, and fear absence. When we women love, we dream of nothing.

Everyone would like to behave like a pagan, with everyone else behaving like a Christian.

Too many have dispensed with generosity in order to practice charity.