For those who are poor in happiness, each time is a first time; happiness never becomes a habit.

That's the way you feel when you're beaten inside. You don't feel angry at those who've beaten you. You just feel ashamed.

I could never pretend something I didn't feel. I could never make love if I didn't love, and if I loved I could no more hide the fact than change the color of my eyes.

When you're young and healthy you can plan on Monday to commit suicide, and by Wednesday you're laughing again.

You might as well make yourself fly as to make yourself love.

Men are always ready to respect anything that bores them.