It is not love that is blind, but jealousy.
The realisation of one's own death is the point at which one becomes adult.
Lovers can find nothing to say to each other that has not been said and unsaid a thousand times over. Kisses were invented to translate such nothings into wounds
Everything really desirable has come about because of, or in spite of, wine!
Life is like a cucumber. One minute it's in your hand, the next it's up you ass.
There is no pain compared to that of loving a woman who makes her body accessible to one and yet who is incapable of delivering her true self -- because she does not know where to find it.