When a woman is romantically subdued, all she does at that moment is under the influence of her desires.

The word of lust touches the body, the word of love touches the soul: feed the soul and starve the body.

Our talents are living things, we give birth to them, nourish them till they grow and become immortal.

True love is jealousy in disguise: A man cannot restrict his lover from going to the club because he hates her, he actually hates the men who would come around and touch her.