Glances are the first billets-doux of love.
Friendship should be in the singular; it can be no more plural than love.
It is strange that modesty is the rule for women when what they most value in men is boldness.
If God had to give a woman wrinkles, He might at least have put them on the soles of her feet.
What is death, after all? We leave only mortals behind us.
Men lose more conquests by their own awkwardness than by any virtue in the woman.