We love because we love.

A monster which devours everything - that is familiarity.

Love is a religion, and its rituals cost more than those of other religions. It goes by quickly and, like a street urchin, it likes to mark its passage by a trail of devastation.

Good befalls us while we sleep, sometimes.

Passion is universal humanity. Without it religion, history, romance and art would be useless.

When women love us, they forgive us everything, even our crimes; when they do not love us, they give us credit for nothing, not even our virtues.

He who best knows the world will love it least.