There is need of variety in sex, but not in love.
In order to be happy oneself it is necessary to make at least one other person happy.
The small share of happiness attainable by man exists only insofar as he is able to cease to think of himself.
Love is an attempt to change a piece of a dream world into reality.
Women in general want to be loved for what they are and men for what they accomplish.
We are all in a race for dear life: that is to say, we are fugitives from death.