I see when men love women. They give them but a little of their lives. But women when they love give everything.

Women love us for our defects. If we have enough of them, they will forgive us everything, even our gigantic intellects.

When a man has once loved a woman he will do anything for her except continue to love her.

Hatred is blind, as well as love.

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