There are more people who wish to be loved than there are who are willing to love.
I have three kinds of friends: those who love me, those who pay no attention to me, and those who detest me.
When a man and a woman have an overwhelming passion for each other, it seems to me, in spite of such obstacles dividing them as parents or husband, that they belong to each other in the name of Nature, and are lovers by Divine right, in spite of human convention or the laws.
A lover is a man who tries to be more amiable than it is possible for him to be.
What we love intensely or for a long time we are likely to bring within the citadel, and to assert as part of oneself.
The contact of two epidermises.
