There are only two roads that lead to something like human happiness. They are marked by the words . . . love and achievement. . . . Inorder to be happy oneself it is necessary to make at least one other person happy. . . . The secret of human happiness is not inself-seeking but in self-forgetting.

Women in general want to be loved for what they are and men for what they accomplish.

No person loving or admiring himself is alone.

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

Love is an attempt to change a piece of a dream world into reality.

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

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