The chief requirement of the good life, is to live without any image of oneself.

There is nothing like early promiscuous sex for dispelling life's bright mysterious expectations.

True love gallops, it flies, it is the swiftest of all modes of thought, swifter even than hate and fear.

Falling out of love is very enlightening. For a short while you see the world with new eyes.

The notion that one can liberate another soul from captivity is an illusion of the very young.

To lose somebody is to lose not only their person but all those modes and manifestations into which their person has flowed outwards; so that in losing a beloved one may find so many things, pictures, poems, melodies, places lost too: Dante, Avignon, a song of Shakespeare's, the Cornish sea.

Falling out of love is chiefly a matter of forgetting how charming someone is.