Sex is the last refuge of the miserable.

I know nothing about sex, because I was always married.

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

What reason weaves, by passion is undone.

No matter how much cats fight, there always seem to be plenty of kittens. 

There is no art without Eros. 

Love lasteth as long as the money endureth.

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