There is a certain time of life, when we value a good stomach more than the mind.
Wit is a dangerous talent in friendship.
Hatred is nearly always honest--rarely, if ever, assumed. So much cannot be said for love.
Love without desire is a delusion: it does not exist in nature.
Glances are the first billets-doux of love.
I have always sworn to my lovers to love them eternally, but for me eternity is a quarter of an hour.