“More belongs to marriage than four legs in a bed.”

Love is like the measles. The older you get it, the worse the attack.

He reproduced himself with so much humble objectivity, with the unquestioning, matter of fact interest of a dog who sees himself in a mirror and thinks: there’s another dog.

The more strongly you cultivate this belief, the more will reality and the world go forth from it.

The only journey is the one within.

This is the miracle that happens every time to those who really love: the more they give, the more they possess.

No great art has ever been made without the artist having known danger.

I want to be with those who know secret things or else alone.

A person isn’t who they are during the last conversation you had with them – they’re who they’ve been throughout your whole relationship.

It is a tremendous act of violence to begin anything.

There are no classes in life for beginners; right away you are always asked to deal with what is most difficult.

Everything is blooming most recklessly; if it were voices instead of colors, there would be an unbelievable shrieking into the heart of the night.

There are quantities of human beings, but there are many more faces, for each person has several.

The ultimate, the last test and proof, the work for which all other work is but preparation.

All the soarings of my mind begin in my blood.

Love consists in this, that two solitudes protect and touch and greet each other.

I hold this to be the highest task for a bond between two people: that each protects the solitude of the other.