“There’s too much love in the world. Sometimes I think that’s what heaven is---- a place where everybody’s happy because nobody loves anybody else, ever.”

“If we ever damned it will not be because we have loved too much, but because we have loved too little.”

“"But there are times when being happy — just happy, nothing else — is simply vile."
"Why?" Jill inquired.
"Because," Enrique reasoned, "one cant be happy in a place where everybody is unhappy."”

“sometimes I think I've got this hard kernel in my heart, and nothing much can get inside it. I doubt if I can really love anybody.”

“Sometimes I love [acting] but then sometimes I think it's too much for me. And I don't know if it is something that I could do for the rest of my life.”

“What does that mean know me, know me, nobody ever knows anybody else, ever! You will never know me.”

“Discovery consists of seeing what everybody has seen and thinking what nobody else has thought.”

“O I loved too much and by such and such is happiness thrown away.”

“Love is not a candle burning down. Life is. And love and life are not the same or else Love, having choice, nobody would ever die.”

“I think if you study--if you learn too much of what others have done, you may tend to take the same direction as everybody else.”