What we seek in the end is not unconditional love but a love for which we, uniquely in all the world, meet all the conditions.

It is not that love is blind. It is that love sees with a painter's eye, finding the essence that renders all else background.

All is illusion, although as long as there's an illusion that the kids need to be fed, all might as well be reality.

Genius is a plodding intellect, incapable of dreaming up the obstacles that stop the rest of us.

There is no such thing as a list of reasons. There is either one sufficient reason or a list of excuses.

Each morning I gaze at the eastern horizon, and if the sun keeps its promise, I keep mine.

Once a man has won a woman's love, the love is his forever. He can only lose the woman.