Love: the delusion that one woman differs from another.

Love: the delusion that one woman differs from another.

Many a man in love with a dimple makes a mistake of marrying the whole girl.

Many a man in love with a dimple makes a mistake of marrying the whole girl.

Love, with very young people, is a heartless business. We drink at that age from thirst, or to get drunk; read more

Love, with very young people, is a heartless business. We drink at that age from thirst, or to get drunk; it is only later in life that we occupy ourselves with the individuality of our wine.

Time is too slow for those who wait, too swift for those who fear, too long for those who grieve, read more

Time is too slow for those who wait, too swift for those who fear, too long for those who grieve, too short for those who rejoice, but for those who love, time is eternity.

My heart I fain would ask thee
What then is Love? say on.
"Two souls and one read more

My heart I fain would ask thee
What then is Love? say on.
"Two souls and one thought only
Two hearts that throb as one."
[Ger., Mein Herz ich will dich fragen,
Was ist denn Liebe, sag?
"Zwei Seelen und ein Gedanke,
Zwei Herzen und ein Schlag."

If we discovered that we had only five minutes left to say all that we wanted to say, every telephone read more

If we discovered that we had only five minutes left to say all that we wanted to say, every telephone booth would be occupied by people calling other people to stammer that they loved them.

I cannot love as I have loved,
And yet I know not why;
It is the one read more

I cannot love as I have loved,
And yet I know not why;
It is the one great woe of life
To feel all feeling die.

The porcupine, whom one must handle gloved, May be respected, but is never loved.

The porcupine, whom one must handle gloved, May be respected, but is never loved.

Her face betokened all things dear and good, The light of somewhat yet to come was there Asleep, and waiting read more

Her face betokened all things dear and good, The light of somewhat yet to come was there Asleep, and waiting for the opening day, When childish thoughts, like flowers would drift away.