Oh well, perhaps when you're my age you'll know the heart is an untrustworthy beast.The mind too,but it doesn't talk about love.

I say that home is where there is a chair and a glass.

Sentimentality - that's what we call the sentiment we don't share.

There's a virtue in slowness, which we have lost

Hate is an automatic response to fear, for fear humiliates.

One's life is more formed, I sometimes think, by books than by human beings: it is out of books one learns about love and pain at second hand. Even if we have the happy chance to fall in love, it is because we have been conditioned by what we have read, and if I had never known love at all, perhaps it was because my father's library had not contained the right books.

You think it more difficult to turn air into wine than to turn wine into blood?.