But that afternoon he asked himself, with his infinite capacity for illusion, if such pitiless indifference might not be a subterfuge for hiding the torments of love.

For they had lived together long enough to know that love was always love, anytime and anyplace, but it was more solid the closer it came to death.

The secret of a good old age is simply an honorable pact with solitude.

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

As I kissed her the heat of her body increased, and it exhaled a wild, untamed fragrance.

Ah, me, if this is love, then how it torments.

Never stop smiling not even when you're sad, someone might fall in love with your smile.