“Ah, me, if this is love, then how it torments.”

“But that afternoon he asked himself, with his infinite capacity for illusion, if such pitiless indifference might not be a subterfuge for hiding the torments of love.”

“Escaped the torments of memory with the aromatic fumes of gold cyanide”

“Only God knows how much I love you.”

“I would prove to the men how mistaken they are in thinking that they no longerfall in love when they grow old--not knowing that they grow old when they stopfalling in love.”

“It is incredible how one can be happy for so many years in the midst of so many squabbles, so many problems, damn it, and not really know if it was love or not.”

“The driver warned me: Be careful, scholar, they kill in that house. I replied: If it's for love it doesn't matter.”