What perfection is this that pleases and does not subjugate, that admires and does not drag?
There are those who have come into the world to fall in love with only one woman and, consequently, it is not likely that they will stumble upon her.
Progress is only possible when you think big, and it's only possible to move forward when you look far ahead.
A good portion of men have no inner life other than that of their words, and their feelings are reduced to an oral existence.
There is no love without sexual instinct. Love harnesses this instinct as a brutal force, like a brig uses the wind.
Desire dies automatically when achieved: it fades when satisfied. Love, on the other hand, is eternally unsatisfied.
To be surprised, to be puzzled, is to begin to understand.
I am I and my circumstance