It's unthinkable not to love - you'd have a severe nervous breakdown. Or you'd have to be Philip Larkin.
A taste older than meat, older than wine. A taste as old as cold water.
A woman's best love letters are always written to the man she is betraying.
The appalling thing is the degree of charity women are capable of. You see it all the time... love lavished on absolute fools. Love's a charity ward, you know.
The richest love is that which submits to the arbitration of time.
Truth is a woman. That is why it is enigmatic.