Love is an emotion experienced by the many and enjoyed by the few.
What passes for woman's intuition is more often intrinsically nothing more than man's transparency.
It is only the cynicism that is born of success that is penetrating and valid.
I know many married men, I even know a few happily married men, but I don't know one who wouldn't fall down the first open coal hole running after the first pretty girl who gave him a wink.
I drink so the others become interesting.
A man reserves his true and deepest love not for the species of woman in whose company he finds himself electrified and enkindled, but for that one in whose company he may feel tenderly drowsy.