Women see through each other, but they rarely look into themselves.
No person loving or admiring himself is alone.
There is need of variety in sex, but not in love.
The small share of happiness attainable by man exists only insofar as he is able to cease to think of himself.
The lover is a monotheist who knows that other people worship different gods but cannot himself imagine that there could be other gods.
Even the wisest men make fools of themselves about women, and even the most foolish women are wise about men