She wore far too much rouge last night and not quite enough clothes. That is always a sign of despair in a woman.

Deceiving others. That is what the world calls a romance.

There is always something ridiculous about the emotions of people whom one has ceased to love.

They spoil every romance by trying to make it last forever.

Women treat us [men] like humanity treats gods – they worship us and keep bothering us to do something.

A red rose is not selfish because it wants to be a red rose. It would be horribly selfish if it wanted all the other flowers in the garden to be both red and roses.

The systems that fail are those that rely on the permanency of human nature, and not its growth and development.