Now piercèd is her virgin zone; She feels the foe within it. She hears a broken amorous groan, The panting lover's fainting moan, Just in the happy minute.

Before I married, I had three theories about raising children and no children. Now, I have three children and no theories.

I wish to be moved. I cannot feel in life. I must have others do it for me in theater.

All men would be cowards if they could.

He never said a foolish thing nor never did a wise one.

Love's chemistry thrives best in equal heat.

I shall never forgive you for teaching me how to love life.