There is nothing in the world like the devotion of a married woman. It is a thing no married man knows anything about.

I don't like compliments, and I don't see why a man should think he is pleasing a woman enormously when he says to her a whole heap of things that he doesn't mean.

And her sweet red lips on these lips of mine Burned like the ruby fire set In the swinging lamp of a crimson shrine, Or the bleeding wounds of the pomegranate, Or the heart of the lotus drenched and wet With the spilt-out blood of the rose-red wine.

Though one can dine in New York, one could not dwell there.

A woman's life revolves in curves of emotions. It is upon lines of intellect that a man's life progresses.

Youth is the only thing worth having. When I find that I am growing old, I shall kill myself.

Most people live for love and admiration. But it is by love and admiration that we should live.