“There is something more terrible than a hell of suffering – a hell of boredom.”

When the heart is dry the eye is dry.

Nobody knows like a woman how to say things that are both sweet and profound. Sweetness and depth, this is all of woman; this is Heaven.

He never went out without a book under his arm, and he often came back with two.

If I speak, I am condemned. If I stay silent, I am damned!

The pupil dilates in darkness and in the end finds light, just as the soul dilates in misfortune and in the end finds God.

He who opens a school door, closes a prison.

Winter is on my head, but eternal spring is in my heart.

Love would never be a promise of a rose garden unless it is showered with light of faith, water of sincerity and air of passion.

There is always more misery among the lower classes than there is humanity in the higher.

We pardon to the extent that we love.

Knowledge is a weight added to conscience.

When a woman is talking to you, listen to what she says with her eyes.

Let us study things that are no more. It is necessary to understand them, if only to avoid them.

Men hate those to whom they have to lie.

What Is Love? I have met in the streets a very poor young man who was in love. His hat was old, his coat worn, the water passed through his shoes and the stars through his soul

Reality in strong doses frightens.

Perhaps the world’s second worst crime is boredom. The first is being a bore.

I mean, it saves you from ultimately from the boredom of having one point of view, like being locked in a room with nothing but your own point of view, your own references.

What strange impulse is it which induces otherwise truthful people to say they like music when they do not, and thus expose themselves to hours of boredom?

We experience boredom, which is nothing elses than the feeling of unease that take hold of us when our spirit is not absorbed by the mirages of life.

When we were starting off as kids, just the idea of maybe going to do this as a living instead of getting what we thought was going to be a boring job, was exciting.

I mean, give me a guitar, give me a piano, give me a broom and string, I wouldn’t get bored anywhere.

If you could play, I’d play with you all night. But if I’m just playing by myself, it gets boring pretty quick.

The essence of life is the smile of round female bottoms, under the shadow of cosmic boredom.