In love, happiness is an abnormal state.

Do not wait for life. Do not long for it. Be aware, always and at every moment, that the miracle is in the here and now.

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

The heart does not lie.

How paradoxical it is to search reality for the pictures that are stored in one's memory.

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.

For what we suppose to be our love or our jealousy is never a single, continuous and indivisible passion. It is composed of an infinity of successive loves, of different jealousies, each of which is ephemeral, although by their uninterrupted multiplicity they give us the impression of continuity, the illusion of unity.