“Music is only love looking for words.”

“One word ‘love’ has to do service for so many different kinds of the same animal.”

“There are only three things to be done with a woman. You can love her, suffer for her, or turn her into literature.”

“Words, the acid-bath of words.”

“The loved object is simply one that has shared an experience at the same moment of time, narcissistically; and the desire to be near the beloved object is at first not due to the idea of possessing it, but simply to let the two experiences compare themselves, like reflections in different mirrors. All this may precede the first look, kiss, or touch; precede ambition, pride, or envy; precede the first declarations which mark the turning point—for from here love degenerates into habit, possession, and back to loneliness.”

“These are the moments which are not calculable, and cannot be assessed in words; they live on in the solution of memory, like wonderful creatures, unique of their own kind, dredged up from the floors of some unexplored ocean.”

“Sorrow is implicit in love as gravitation is implicit in mass.”