Every artist is an unhappy lover.

The cry of equality pulls everyone down.

People from a planet without flowers would think we must be mad with joy the whole time to have such things about us.

He led a double life. Did that make him a liar? He did not feel a liar. He was a man of two truths.

Love is the extremely difficult realization that someone other than yourself is real.

Falling out of love is chiefly a matter of forgetting how charming someone is.

Falling out of love is very enlightening; for a short while you see the world with new eyes.

One doesn't have to get anywhere in marriage. It is not a public conveyance.

In almost every marriage there is a selfish and an unselfish partner. A pattern is set up and soon becomes inflexible, of one person always making the demands and one person always giving way.

Love is the extremely difficult realization that something other than oneself is real.