He had thought of love as a rapture which seized one so that all the world seemed spring-like, he had looked forward to an ecstatic happiness; but this was not happiness; it was a hunger of the soul, it was a painful yearning, it was a bitter anguish.

Love is only a dirty trick played on us to achieve continuation of the species.

It was a pity that with his great qualities, his unselfishness and honor, his intelligence and sensibility, he should be so unlovable.

A woman can forgive a man for the harm he does her...but she can never forgive him for the sacrifices he makes on her account.

The nature of men and women - their essential nature - is so vile and despicable that if you were to portray a person as he really is, no one would believe you.

It takes two to make a love affair and a mans meat is too often a woman's poison.