Love will fly if held too lightly Love will die if held too tightly . . .

But she is happiest alone. She is happiest alone.

To be born, or at any rate bred, in a hand-bag, whether it had handles or not, seems to me to display a contempt for the ordinary decencies of family life that reminds one of the worst excesses of the French Revolution.

The curves of your lips rewrite history.

And if life be, as it surely is, a problem to me, I am no less a problem to life.

Now it seems to me that love of some kind is the only possible explanation of the extraordinary amount of suffering that there is in the world. I cannot conceive of any other explanation. I am convinced that there is no other, and that if the world has indeed, as I have said, been built of sorrow, it has been built by the hands of love, because in no other way could the soul of man, for whom the world was made, reach the full stature of its perfection. Pleasure for the beautiful body, but pain for the beautiful soul.

Dammit Sir, it's your duty to get married. You can't always be living for pleasure!