The sense of humour has other things to do than to make itself conspicuous in the act of laughter.
Lying is like alcoholism. You are always recovering.
Is life worth living? This is a question for an embryo not for a man.
Deep down, no one really believes they have a right to live. But this death sentence generally stays cosily tucked away, hidden beneath the difficulty of living. If that difficulty is removed from time to time, death is suddenly there, unintelligibly.
Life is an end in itself, and the only question as to whether it is worth living is whether you have had enough of it.
Live all you can; it’s a mistake not to. It doesn’t so much matter what you do in particular, so long as you have your life. If you haven’t had that what have you had?
Our lives teach us who we are.
A life without cause is a life without effect.
"Contrariwise", continued Tweedledee, "If it was so, it might be; and if it were so, it would be; but as it isn't, it ain't. That's logic."
Do not do unto others as you would they should do unto you. Their tastes may not be the same.
First love is only a little foolishness and a lot of curiosity.
We love but once, for once only are we perfectly equipped for loving.
We’ve got this gift of love, but love is like a precious plant. You can’t just accept it and leave it in the cupboard or just think it’s going to get on by itself. You’ve got to keep watering it. You’ve got to really look after it and nurture it.
If love . . . means that one person absorbs the other, then no real relationship exists any more. Love evaporates; there is nothing left to love. The integrity of self is gone.
Love is life. All, everything that I understand, I understand only because I love. Everything is, everything exists, only because I love. Everything is united by it alone. Love is God, and to die means that I, a particle of love, shall return to the general and eternal source.
Absence is to love what wind is to fire; it extinguishes the small, it enkindles the great.
I hated her now with a hatred more fatal than indifference because it was the other side of love.
