Few novels or plays could exist without at least one troublemaker in the group, and perhaps life couldn't either.

A productive marriage requires falling in enjoy numerous occasions, usually with the identical man or woman.

Desire is in men a hunger, in women only an appetite.

We are seldom happy with what we now have, but would go to pieces if we lost any part of it.

What we forgive too freely doesn't stay forgiven.

How can a man marry wisely in his twenties? The girl he's going to wind up wanting hasn't even been born.

The excesses of love soon pass, but its insufficiencies torment us forever.