Romance

Romance cannot be put into quantity production - the moment love becomes casual, it becomes commonplace.

In a great romance, each person basically plays a part that the other really likes.

In the meanest hut is a romance, if you but knew the hearts there.

Life is a romantic business. It is painting a picture, not doing a sum; but you have to make the romance, and it will come to the question how much fire you have in your belly.

Romance is an everlasting longing.

Romance cannot be put into quantity production - the moment love becomes casual; it becomes commonplace.

Passion is universal humanity. With it religion, history, romance and art would be useless.

All history is but a romance unless it is studied as an example.

In the meanest hut is a romance, if you knew the hearts there.

Imagination, whatever may be said to the contrary, will always hold a place in history, as truth does in romance. Has not romance been penned with history in view?

All history, so far as it is unsupported by contemporary evidence, is romance.

Whatever you do, put romance and enthusiasm into the life of our children.

Love is like a charming romance which is read with avidity, and often with such impatience that many pages are skipped to reach the denouement sooner.

Men always want to be a woman's first love, women like to be a man's last romance.

To love one's self is the beginning of a life-long romance.

Does not the history of the world show that there would have been no romance in life if there had been no risks?

Human existence has no such simple and direct meaning or goodness as the humanistic American dream... A comfortable chair, a hi-fi set, a pwoerful car, the protection of a deoderant, a college romance and a paying job, cannot even in combination provide meaning for our life.

The nearer my approach to the end, the plainer is the sound of immortal symphonies of worlds which invite me. It is wonderful yet simple. It is a fairy tale; it is history. For half a century I have been translating my thoughts into prose and verse; history, philosophy, drama, romance, tradition, satire, ode and song; all of these I have tried. But I feel that I haven’t given utterance to the thousandth part of what lies within me. When I go to the grave I can say as others have said, “My day’s work is done.” But I cannot say, “My life is done.” My day’s work will recommence the next morning. the tomb is not a blind alley; it is a thoroughfare. It closes upon the twilight, but opens upon the dawn.

Men always want to be a woman's first love. Women like to be a man's last romance.

The essence of romance is uncertainty.