Friendship is something in the soul. It is a thing one feels. It is not a return for something.

In our hearts there is a ruthless dictator, ready to contemplate the misery of a thousand strangers if it will ensure the happiness of the few we love.

I couldn't help wondering, is my husband so unattractive that no woman has ever wanted him? Except me, of course. I must have wanted him, in a way, once, but I've forgotten why, and I was too young to know what I was choosing.

Of two hearts one is always warm and one is always cold: the cold heart is more precious than diamonds: the warm heart has no value and is thrown away.

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

There is always one moment in childhood when the door opens and lets the future in.

One can't love humanity. One can only love people.