If you have the woman you love, what more do you need? Well, besides an alibi for the time of her husband's murder.
A simile committing suicide is always a depressing spectacle.
A simile is like a pair of eyeglasses, one side sees this, one side sees that, the device brings them together.
A simile is just a metaphor with the scaffolding still up.
When you love someone all your saved-up wishes start coming out.
Love is the wine of existence.
Nothing is so sensitive as love-and the greater, the more sensitive. It cannot endure indifference. It needs to be wanted. Like a lamp, it needs to be fed from out of the oil of another's heart, or its flame burns low.
Young love is a flame; very pretty, often very hot and fierce, but still only light and flickering. The love of the older and disciplined heart is as coals, deep-burning, unquenchable.
Most human beings are quite likeable if you do not see too much of them.
Love is an exploding cigar which we willingly smoke.
