One must choose between loving women and knowing them.
Novelty is the storehouse of pleasure.
Oaths are the counterfeit money with which we pay the sacrifice of love.
Who has not raised a tombstone, here and there, over buried hopes and dead joys, on the road of life? Like the scars of the heart, they are not to be obliterated.
There are no perfect women in the world; only hypocrites exhibit no defects.
Love without desire is a delusion: it does not exist in nature.