“I had never known her before and I had never loved her so much. The more we know the more we love, I thought.”

Politics, war, marriage, crime, adultery. Everything that exists in the world has something to do with money.

Beauty is like success: we can’t love it for long.

I say that home is where there is a chair and a glass.

You cannot conceive, nor can I, of the appalling strangeness of the mercy of God.

There is a point of no return, unremarked at the time, in most lives.

Morality comes with the sad wisdom of age, when the sense of curiosity has withered.

It’s a strange thing to discover and to believe that you are loved when you know that there is nothing in you for anybody but a parent or a God to love.

One can’t love humanity. One can only love people.

Innocence is like a dumb leper who has lost his bell, wandering the world, meaning no harm.

In our hearts there is a ruthless dictator, ready to contemplate the misery of a thousand strangers if it will ensure the happiness of the few we love.

Every monologue sooner or later becomes a discussion.

Reality in our century is not something to be faced.

It is always of interest to know what strikes another human being as remarkable.

Sweet are the thoughts that savor of content: the quiet mind is richer than a crown.

The truth has never been of any real value to any human being – it is a symbol for mathematicians and philosophers to pursue. In human relations kindness and lies are worth a thousand truths.

Despair is the price one pays for setting himself an impossible aim.

I loved each and every one of your faces.

As much as I have films and all that sort of stuff, a lot of my memories are to do with relationships and love.

My love language is saying no and having them listen to me.

Love may require letting go of everything to deepen our love.

I do not feel I have wisdom enough yet to love what is ugly.

Tastes and preferences change with time, But I fall in love with you daily.

You deserve the love that stays with you like the childhood poem you still remember by heart.

My love isn’t love. It is devotion. I don’t fall in love, I shatter. I don’t love, I worship.