“It’s very inconvenient to be loved. Nearly everyone has found that out, sooner or later. The fewer people who love you the less you will have to suffer.”

Do you know my friend that each one of us is a dark mystery, a maze of conflicting passions and desire and aptitudes?

No innocent person ever has an alibi.

A mother’s love for her child is like nothing else in the world. It knows no law, no pity, it dares all things and crushes down remorselessly all that stands in its path.

With thought, all problems can be resolved.

The human face is, after all, nothing more nor less than a mask.

One knows so little. When one knows more it is too late.

If one sticks too rigidly to one’s principles, one would hardly see anybody.

An archaeologist is the best husband a woman can have. The older she gets the more interested he is in her.

Time is the best killer.

The saddest thing in life and the hardest to live through, is the knowledge that there is someone you love very much whom you cannot save from suffering.

It is deplorable to remove all the romance – all the mystery!

Any coincidencce is worth noticing. You can throw it away later if it is only a coincidence.

The impossible could not have happened, therefore the impossible must be possible in spite of appearances.

One never quite allows for the moron in our midst.

Writers are diffident creatures — they need encouragement.

It is a curious thought, but it is only when you see people looking ridiculous that you realize just how much you love them.

Scatter good will and love and prayers all around, everywhere, and you will be astonished, not only by what it does for other people, but how it comes back to you in generous abundance.

The fog hides what’s right in front of us – love does that too.

Love ought to show itself in deeds more than in words.

I’ve always loved the showmanship of professional wrestling. While I love making movies, I love that platform, too.

One man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face.

Merit consists in the virtue of love alone, flavored with the light of true discretion without which the soul is worth nothing.

If someone hates your guts, feed it to them if someone loves your guts, they’re probably a zombie.

Your mind has a flood of questions. There is but one teacher Who can answer them. Who is that teacher? Your silence-loving heart.