The important thing is to abide by the rule of threes. Either you see a woman three times in quick succession and then never again, or you maintain relations over the years but make sure that the rendezvous are at least three weeks apart.

Yes, it was too late, and Sabina knew she would leave Paris, move on, and on again, because were she to die here they would cover her up with a stone, and in the mind of a woman for whom no place is home the thought of an end to all flight is unbearable.

Perhaps the reason we are unable to love is that we yearn to be loved, that is, we demand something - love - from our partner instead of delivering ourselves up to him demand-free and asking for nothing but his company.

At the end of true love is death, and only the love that ends in death is love.

Aren't we living in a world where heedless men only desire decapitated women?

No great movement designed to change the world can bear to be laughed at or belittled. Mockery is a rust that corrodes all it touches.

No love can survive muteness.