A man admires a woman not for what she says, but what she listens to.

Men go to the theatre to forget; women, to remember.

Love is the emotion that a woman feels always for a poodle dog and sometimes for a man.

A broken heart is a monument to a love that will never die; fulfillment is a monument to a love that is already on its deathbed.

The sweetest memory is that which involves something which one should not have done; the bitterest, that which involves something which one should not have done, and which one did not do.

It may be said that artist and censor differ in this wise: that the first is a decent mind in an indecent body and that the second is an indecent mind in a decent body.

What passes for woman's intuition is more often intrinsically nothing more than man's transparency.