The more people I meet the happier I become.

I have loved enough women to know how to paint.
If I had loved fewer, I would be an illustrator; if I had loved more, I would be a poet.

I should have learned this, she thought. I wanted to learn fire, and pain, but I should have learned people.

Could I ever have loved you, had I not known you better than you know yourself?

I learned a world from each / one whom I loved

People would do better, if they knew better.

If we'd never met, I think I would have known my life wasn't complete. And I would have wandered the world in search of you, even if I didn't know who I was looking for.

I wish I had more friends, but people are such jerks. If you can just get most people to leave you alone, you're doing good. If you can find even one person you really like, you're lucky. And if that person can also stand you, you're really lucky.

I just want to love everyone. I don’t care if that sounds stupid. I want to love everyone.

Had I known that the heart breaks slowly, dismantling itself into unrecognizable plots of misery... had I known yet I would have loved you, your brash and insolent beauty, your heavy comedic face and knowledge of sweet delights, but from a distance I would have left you whole and wholly for the delectation of those who wanted more and cared less.

I like people too much or not at all. I've got to go down deep, to fall into people, to really know them.

If I had ever learnt, I should have been a great proficient.

My love for those I love — not many — not very many, but don't I love them so?

What if you love knowledge for its own sake, not necessarily as a blueprint to action? What if you wish there were more, not fewer reflective types in the world?