In a separation it is the one who is not really in love who says the more tender things.

Let us be grateful to people who make us happy, they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom.

Let us be grateful to people who make us happy.

In reality, in love there is a permanent suffering which joy neutralizes, renders virtual delays, but which can at any moment become what it would have become long earlier if one had not obtained what one wanted -- atrocious.

When we are in love, our love is too big a thing for us to be able altogether to contain it within ourselves. It radiates towards the loved one, finds there a surface which arrests it, forcing it to return to its starting-point, and it is this repercussion of our own feeling which we call the other's feelings and which charms us more then than on its outward journey because we do not recognise it as having originated in ourselves.

Adultery breathes new life into marriages which have been left for dead.

The human plagiarism which is most difficult to avoid, for individuals... is the plagiarism of ourselves.