Love, free as air at sight of human ties, Spreads his light wings, and in a moment flies.
If so many men, so many minds, certainly so many hearts, so many kinds of love.
After another moment's silence, she mumbled that I was peculiar, that that was probably why she loved me but that one day I might disgust her for the very same reason.
Love is something far more than desire for sexual intercourse; it is the principal means of escape from the loneliness which afflicts most men and women throughout the greater part of their lives.
To attract men I wear a perfume called "new car interior.".
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Grace. I love thee to the level of everyday's Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. I love thee freely, as men strive for Right; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints, -I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life! - and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.
Lovers eminent in love Ever diversities combine; The vocal chords of the cushat-dove, The snake's articulated spine. Such elective elements Educate the eye and lip With one's refreshing innocence, The other's claim to scholarship. The serpent's knowledge of the world Learn, and the dove's more naïve charm; Whether your ringlets should be curled, And why he likes his claret warm.
From the moment it is touched, the heart cannot dry up.
If love and sex are such natural phenomenons how come there are so many books on how to?
Part of the reason that men seem so much less loving than women is that men's behavior is measured with a feminine ruler.
Love is the triumph of imagination over intelligence. -H. L. Mencken.
Women love men for their defects; if men have enough of them, women will forgive them anything, even their gigantic intellects.
Love is the word used to label the sexual excitement of the young, the habituation of the middle-aged, and the mutual dependence of the old.
Women are made to be loved, not understood.
But that intimacy of mutual embarrassment, in which each feels that the other is feeling something, having once existed, its effect is not to be done away with.
If it's true that men are such beasts, this must account for the fact that most women are animal lovers.
You are my lover and I am your mistress and kingdoms and empires and governments have tottered and succumbed before now to that mighty combination.
Loyalty ... is a realization that America was born of revolt, flourished in dissent, became great through experimentation.
A lucky man is rarer than a white crow. [Lat., Felix ille tamen corvo quoque rarior albo.]
I will be treble-sinewed, hearted, breathed, And fight maliciously; for when mine hours Were nice and lucky, men did ransom lives Of me for jests; but now I'll set my teeth And send to darkness all that stop me.
Men of action are favored by the Goddess of luck.
Shallow men believe in luck. Strong men believe in cause and effect.
Men of action are favored by the Goddess of luck.
Ambition is a lust that is never quenched, but grows more inflamed and madder by enjoyment.
Then there is that glorious Epicurean paradox, uttered by my friend, the Historian in one of his flashing moments: "Give us the luxuries of life, and we will dispense with its necessaries."