Life is a foreign language; all men mispronounce it.

A man who has never made a woman angry is a failure in life.

In every man's heart there is a secret nerve that answers to the vibrations of beauty.

High heels were invented by a woman who had been kissed on the forehead.

Read, every day, something no one else is reading. Think, every day, something no one else is thinking.

Beauty is ever to the lonely mind a shadow fleeting; she is never plain. She is a visitor who leaves behind the gift of grief, the souvenir of pain.

Being in a hurry seems so fiercely important when you yourself are the hurrier and so comically ludicrous when it is someone else.