Hatred is nearly always honest--rarely, if ever, assumed. So much cannot be said for love.
We should lay in a store of food, but never of pleasures; these should be gathered day by day.
Glances are the first billets-doux of love.
Oaths are the counterfeit money with which we pay the sacrifice of love.
Love never dies of starvation, but often of indigestion.
It takes a hundred times more skill to make love than to command an army.