“Love is like paint - you can't spread even a little without getting some on yourself.”

“What good is it being a painter if you can't paint yourself?”

“Love is an art, Berk. Just like painting or music. Some painters draw mere lines, scratches on the canvas and call them art; some paint stars studded skies like van Gogh; or Chopin’s music conquers the hearts of millions while the execrable disco music blaring out of the open windows of a car have also their audience. Some describe love in high-flown flowery language and you identify yourself with the hero and the heroine and feel yourself in the seventh heaven while some give such a lamentable picture of it that you almost curse it!”

“Happiness is a perfume you cannot pour on others without getting some on yourself.”

“People fall in love without reason, without even wanting to. You can't predict it. That's love.”

“You can't go splashing through puddles of happy without getting some of it on you.”