If God had to give a woman wrinkles, He might at least have put them on the soles of her feet.

One must choose between loving women and knowing them.

Oaths are the counterfeit money with which we pay the sacrifice of love.

What is death, after all? We leave only mortals behind us.

Glances are the first billets-doux of love.

Never tell a loved one of an infidelity: you would be badly rewarded for your troubles. Although one dislikes being deceived, one likes even less to be undeceived.

Old age is a woman's hell.