The cure for a broken heart is simple, my lady. A hot bath and a good night's sleep.

To love someone is to catch your breath whenever he walks in the room.

Hope is a straw hat hanging beside a window covered with frost.

One always imagines that the days that change one’s life must be marked with something extraordinary in nature—storms and lightning, darkness at noon, and so on. In truth they are indistinguishable from any other, which is one reason we feel mocked, as if the world is telling us we are inconsequential.

We are always tortured by our memory of the last time we were with anyone, what we said, what we did not say.

Yet we always envy others, comparing our shadows to their sunlit sides.

In my experience, there are two things that no one will admit to: having no sense of humor and being susceptible to flattery.