In love, self-love is always at risk.
Only the most lucid can see their love as comedy.
When my beloved arrives, I yawn. When my beloved departs, I weep.
Saying "I love you" makes a demand, but creates no obligations.
The madness of love can always be suspended--to cook dinner or catch a plane, for instance.
Lovers never want to say "I love you" at the same moment. Hence all the love stories.
Love Songs Now: Fewer broken hearts, more sexual misery.
I can neither return your love nor dismiss it.
Lovers always believe one another's sleight-of-hand tricks.
I love you in my dreams, but not in real life.
Politics inflame the passions in a way that few beloveds can match.
Passion impels our deeds; ideology supplies the explanations.
The pleasantest part of work is having done it.
I like what I do for a living. I also like NOT doing it--perhaps even more.
Nature often seems like an idea that has had its day.
Natural Man, in our current version, is a disgruntled adolescent.
Fruitless striving breeds less despair than inaction.
Unlike art and sex, money always arouses interest.
Money comes to life as it is spent.
Money gives me more energy than all the Granola bars in the world.
Money is a better tonic than Geritol.
Freedom is the moment between sleep and waking before selfhood and the world return.
When money disappears, we soon understand the power of absence.
I am only interested in money because everyone else is.
A budget takes the fun out of money.
