One must not permit oneself excesses, except with persons whom one wishes soon to leave.

When one woman strikes at the heart of another, she seldom misses, and the wound is invariably fatal.

Truth to tell, the longer I live, the more I'm tempted to think that the only moderately worthwhile people in the world are you and I.

Don't you remember that love, like medicine, is only the art of encouraging nature?

It has become necessary for me to have this woman, so as to save myself from the ridicule of being in love with her: for to what lengths will a man not be driven by thwarted desire?

...it is not for the illusion of a moment to govern the choice of a lifetime.

You may conquer her love of God: you will never overcome her fear of the devil.

How characteristic of your perverse heart that longs only for what happens to be out of reach.

It was there, in particular, that I confirmed the truth that love, which we cry up as the source of our pleasures, is nothing more than an excuse for them.

Will you, then, never grow weary of being unjust?

Moreover it is easier, in the informality of conversation, to achieve that excitement and incoherence which is the true eloquence of love.

Quietly endure, silently suffer and patiently wait.

A goal is a dream with a deadline.

If she was going to die she wanted to go out with chocolate in one hand and a shopping bag in the other.

The last three or four reps is what makes the muscle grow.

[But] the man who dares not expose his life in the defence of his children and his property, has lost in society the first and most active energies of nature.

I think I get certain pleasure from writing what I'm performing.

Even though I've been doing it for so long, I still feel fresh. Even when I walk out on stage, I still feel pretty much the same as I've always felt.

Last four months were great for me, was probably one of the best four months of my career, playing unbelievable in the clay court season.

There may be said to be two classes of people in the world; those who constantly divide the people of the world into two classes and those who do not.

When I was young I would ask everybody what life was about. Now it's clear to me that the image of each existence shows its own answer to that question.