In her first passions a woman loves her lover, but later she loves love itself.
(François, Duc De La Rochefoucauld (1613-1680), French writer, moralist. repr. F.A. Stokes Co., New York (c. 1930). Moral Maxims and Reflections, no. 473 (1665-1678), trans. London (1706).)
I love my work with a frenetic and perverse love, as an ascetic loves the hair shirt which scratches his belly.
(Gustave Flaubert (1821-1880), French novelist. Letter, April 24, 1852, to Louise Colet, trans. by Stratton Buck (1966). Correspondance, II, p. 395, Conard (1926-1933).)
(Samuel Beckett (1906-1989), Irish dramatist, novelist. Words in "Words and Music," one of the dramatic pieces in Cascando, p. 25, Grove Press (1968).)
The fickleness of the women I love is only equalled by the infernal constancy of the women who love me.
(George Bernard Shaw (1856-1950), Anglo-Irish playwright, critic. (1898). Charteris, in The Philanderer, act 2, The Bodley Head Bernard Shaw: Collected Plays with their Prefaces, vol. 1, ed. Dan H. Laurence (1970).)