What we love about love is the fever, which marriage puts to bed and cures.

Revenge leads to an empty fullness, like eating dirt.

No one can understand love who has not experienced infatuation. And no one can understand infatuation, no matter how many times he has experienced it.

If the second marriage really succeeds, the first one didn't really fail.

Loneliness, insomnia, and change: the fear of these is even worse than the reality.

People keep telling us about their love affairs, when what we really want to know is how much money they make and how they manage on it.

Pull yourself together' is seldom said to anyone who can.