The man who has never made a fool of himself in love will never be wise in love.

The small share of happiness attainable by man exists only insofar as he is able to cease to think of himself.

There is need of variety in sex, but not in love.

Great innovators and original thinkers and artists attract the wrath of mediocrities as lightning rods draw the flashes.

The lover is a monotheist who knows that other people worship different gods but cannot himself imagine that there could be other gods.

We are all in a race for dear life: that is to say, we are fugitives from death.

It is always possible to approach a goal by a detour.