You can't see anything properly while your eyes are blurred with tears.

Now Eros makes a man really want, not a woman, but one particular woman. In some mysterious but quite indisputable fashion the lover desires the Beloved herself, not the pleasure she can give.

The mark of Friendship is not that help will be given when the pinch comes (of course it will) but that, having been given, it makes no difference at all.

We have a strange illusion that mere time cancels sin.

There seems to be hardly any one among my acquaintance from whom I have not learned.

There are no variations except for those who know a norm, and no subtleties for those who have not grasped the obvious.

In my experience, it is Affection that creates this taste, teaching us first to notice, then to endure, then to smile at, then to enjoy, and finally to appreciate the people who 'happen to be there.' Made for us? Thank God, no. They are themselves, odder than you could have believed and worth far more than we guessed.