I do not believe there is a method better than Montessori for making children sensitive to the beauties of the world and awakening their curiosity regarding the secrets of life.

She would defend herself, saying that love, no matter what else it might be, was a natural talent. She would say: You are either born knowing how, or you never know.

Both looked back then on the wild revelry...and they lamented that it had cost them so much of their lives to find the paradise of shared solitude.

The problem with marriage is that it ends every night after making love, and it must be rebuilt every morning before breakfast.

and the two of them loved each other for a long time in silence without making love again.

The world was reduced to the surface of her skin and her inner self was safe from all bitterness.

I want the same one, the way she always is, without failures, without fights, without bad memories.