The history of every country begins in the heart of a man or a woman.

The irregular and intimate quality of things made entirely by the human hand.

The world is little, people are little, human life is little. There is only one big thing — desire.

Men are all right for friends, but as soon as you marry them they turn into cranky old fathers, even the wild ones. They begin to tell you what's sensible and what's foolish, and want you to stick at home all the time. I prefer to be foolish when I feel like it, and be accountable to nobody.

The heart, when it is too much alive, aches for that brown earth, and ecstasy has no fear of death.

Sometimes falling in love may look like pure madness to those not experiencing it but that's only because they're not involved. Just because other people don't understand your feelings doesn't mean they're not real or they're not important. You have to trust yourself. Feel what you feel and don't worry about anyone else. Love is about you and your significant other, remember that.

Hunger is a powerful incentive to introspection.