Poets know how useful passion is for publication. Nowadays a broken heart will run to many editions.

The Book of Life begins with a man and a woman in a garden. It ends with Revelations.

When a man has once loved a woman he will do anything for her except continue to love her.

The well bred contradict other people. The wise contradict themselves.

Don't imagine that your perfection lies in accumulating or possessing external things. Your affection is inside of you.

At every single moment of one's life one is what one is going to be no less than what one has been.

Nobody of any real culture, for instance, ever talks nowadays about the beauty of sunset. Sunsets are quite old fashioned. To admire them is a distinct sign of provincialism of temperament. Upon the other hand they go on.