Of these years nought remains in memory but the sad feeling that we have advanced and only grown older.

Thus one memory follows another until the waves dash together over our heads, and a deep sigh swells the breast, which warns us that we have forgotten to breathe in the midst of these pure thoughts.

Not far from our house, and opposite the old church with the golden cross, stood a large building, even larger than the church, and having many towers.

I was so astonished that another had penetrated so deeply into the secrets of my soul, and that he knew what I did not know myself, that when I recovered from it he had already been long upon the street.

I have a very big conflict with the individualization of love. I feel like it's egotistical to just love one person when you can love so many of them. I feel so much love that I declare myself a lover of all.

Whenever you define family as anything other than a man and a woman married together, you have just introduced an ethical nightmare.

The most happy marriage I can picture or imagine to myself would be the union of a deaf man to a blind woman.

I grew up on romantic comedies and love watching those films. They were, like, a real joy and a source of great pleasure and an escape.