Good books do not make people wiser or happier – only more conscious.
Unlike life, when books become meaningless, they are making a point.
To remain mysterious, say little and do nothing.
Even a cow creates ambiguous signifiers. The moo of mystery.
The unknowable creates the greatest controversies.
Stutters and snorts are meaningful but not usually referential.
Your words and my words are the same, but not our meaning.
Creativity is not a substitute for competence.
Only those in comfortable circumstances think love is the most important thing.
Love sorrows are addictive as other sorrows are not.
When love and adventure are finished, it’s nice to have getting and spending to fall back on.
All history and art are against us, but we still expect happiness in love.
Loving, not the beloved, is the joy of love. The beloved, knowing this, most resolutely declines to be grateful.
Every lover’s lament has an element of boasting.
In love, self-love is always at risk.
Only the most lucid can see their love as comedy.
In love as in art, good technique helps.
When my beloved arrives, I yawn. When my beloved departs, I weep.
You know you’re in love when you stop comparing.
Saying “I love you” makes a demand, but creates no obligations.