Peace is the first condition of joy and love.

Love, life, joy-accept no substitutes.

To be wrapped up asleep in each other's arms like two coiled snakes, that is peace. That is love.

People do for money what they would never do for love.

Questions of no concern clutter our minds and crowd out all love and joy.

Dissatisfaction is like a cancer of the spirit. It eats away at every possibility of love and joy.

Nothing, not even love, not even peace, is worth giving up your freedom.

Love can be free, but sex always comes with a price.

Things only have the value and importance we give them. This is as true of works of art as it is of knowledge or love or money.