his examination revealed that he had no fever, no pain anywhere, and that his only concrete feeling was an urgent desire to die. All that was needed was shrewd questioning...to conclude once again that the symptoms of love were the same as those of cholera.

When I wake up," he said, "remind me that I'm going to marry her.

It had to teach her to think of love as a state of grace: not the means to anything but the alpha and omega, an end it itself.

A man knows when he is growing old because he begins to look like his father.

Give me a prejudice and I will move the world.

They looked like two children," she told me. And that thought frightened her, because she'd always felt that only children are capable of everything.

The weak would never enter the kingdom of love.