True love makes the thought of death frequent, easy, without terrors it merely becomes the standard of comparison, the price one would pay for many things.

All religions are founded on the fear of the many and the cleverness of the few.

Friendship has its illusions no less than love.

In love, unlike most other passions, the recollection of what you have had and lost is always better than what you can hope for in the future.

To describe happiness is to diminish it.