The burden of this world is too great for one man to bear, and the world’s sorrow too heavy for one heart to suffer.

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.

Each of the professions means a prejudice. The necessity for a career forces every one to take sides. We live in the age of the overworked, and the under-educated; the age in which people are so industrious that they become absolutely stupid.

Art never expresses anything but itself.

Men marry because they are tired; women, because they are curious; both are disappointed.

Romance lives by repetition, and repetition converts an appetite into an art. Besides, each time that one loves is the only time one has ever loved. Difference of object does not alter singleness of passion. It merely intensifies it. We can have in life but one great experience at best, and the secret of life is to reproduce that experience as often as possible.

No man dies for what he knows to be true. Men die for what they want to be true, for what some terror in their hearts tells them is not true.