A woman's love for a man is half animal passion and half hate. The more a woman loves a man, the more she hates him.

If he wants meaning-the meaning of his dreams, his secrets, his life-a man must reinhabit his past, however dark, and live for the future, however uncertain.

Unhappiness is caused when we cannot let go of our memories.

What i literally cannot describe is the hollowness in my lungs when i am out of her presence. It is as if i were dying from the want of her.

A woman is at her greatest peril in the presence of a beautiful man.

Disgust is so reassuring; it feels like a moral proof.

The pity of it was that this discovery, if such it was, now seemed so stale, so profitless to me. What good was it? What good did thinking ever do?

For society, marriage is undoubtedly beneficial. But the burdens of civilized morality are too heavy for many to bear.

Satisfying a savage instinct is incomparably more pleasurable than satisfying a civilized one.

Wrong way to think about it. Don't try to figure it out all at once.

No man can keep a secret. If his lips are silent, he chatters with his fingertips.

You will touch this joy and you will suddenly know it is what you were looking for your whole life, but you were afraid to even acknowledge the absence because the hunger for it was so encompassing.

Behind bad luck comes good luck.

It's important for me to treat a girlfriend with respect. My mum would be horrified if I behaved any differently - and I have sisters, and would hate for them to be treated badly by guys.

God has thickly strewn infinity with grandeur.

The principles of my works... are the extinction of expression, permanent covering and contemplative tranquillity... My ideal is the completely dark picture, full of some overwhelming silence.

If you keep running from me, you're never going to figure out what's really going on.

My only advice is don't tattoo some guy's name on yourself. Ever. I've done it twice. Twice! I'm in the process of getting both removed. It's the most painful thing imaginable.

I hope that something better comes along.

I am rather like a travelling salesman. I deal in ideas. I do much more for people than just paint them pictures.

All His glory and beauty come from within, and there He delights to dwell, His visits there are frequent, His conversation sweet, His comforts refreshing; and His peace passing all understanding.