One sometimes weeps over one's illusions with as much bitterness as over a death. - Guy de Maupassant

True love in my view can only flourish in conditions where there is a mixture of freedom and constraint. An imposed love, sanctioned by law and blessed by a priest does not really seem the same thing at all

What is the use of fine feelings when pitted against the power of instinct? And what chance does modest restraint have against that of natural desire?

I said, 'If other beings besides us exist on Earth, why didn't we meet them a long time ago?