We are perverse creatures and never satisfied.

Every search has its own momentum. It is why a search makes such an excellent plot for a film or story.

Summer weather, like being in love,is a philosopher's stone which turns our ordinary days to gold. But not the whole day ... For it is never the whole day, never all our life which is transformed in any happiness, but only the exquisite moments.

We are perverse creatures and never satisfied.

It is always one of the tragedies of any relationship, even between people sensitive to each other's moods, that the moments of emotion so rarely coincide.

I have reached the stage now where luxury is not in fine possessions but in carefree possessions, and the greatest luxury of all would be the completely expendable.

happiness makes us older, less romantic, less in need of dreams. Discontent, not happiness, is the food of youth and poetry.