The soul may sleep and the body still be happy, but only in youth.
It upsets women to be, or not to be, stared at hungrily.
Spring, summer, and fall fill us with hope; winter alone reminds us of the human condition.
The excesses of love soon pass, but its insufficiencies torment us forever.
All women are basically in competition with each other for a handful of eligible men.
When you let money speak for you, it drowns out anything else you meant to say.