If he's getting married, he's not longer interesting.

The lovesick, the betrayed, and the jealous all smell alike.

Sincerity is not a spontaneous flower nor is modesty either.

The true traveler is he who goes on foot, and even then, he sits down a lot of the time.

January, month of empty pockets! let us endure this evil month, anxious as a theatrical producer's forehead.

I've entered the world of wine without any professional training, but a definite appetite for good bottles.

I want nothing from love, in short, but love.