Love lasteth as long as the money endureth.

What reason weaves, by passion is undone.

There is no art without Eros. 

One may like the love and despise the lover.

To love a woman who scorns you is to lick honey from a thorn.

Love is giving something you haven’t got to someone who doesn’t exist. 

Lord! I wonder what fool it was that first invented kissing.

Sex is the last refuge of the miserable.