Enjoyment inflames love in some men, and extinguishes it in others: the wind that assists large vessels, upsets small ones.

Were there no fools, there would be no flatterers.

There's that saying, "I don't know art, but I know what I like." The inverse is kind of true. I know art, but I don't know what I like. You get so immersed in it that nothing appeals to you.

There are two things at which most men are grieved: when their faults are exposed, and when their virtues are concealed.

You ever see 'The Dating Game'? That's a weird game show. The prize on that show: another contestant. Talk about cheap.

A capacity for hating the object of desire is, perhaps, the best cure for love in cases of disappointment.

In love, first please the eye, then win the heart.