Nature Distributes Her Favors Unequally.

Almost All Novels Are Love Stories.

Immodest Creature, You Do Not Want A Woman Who Will Accept Your Faults, You Want The One Who Pretends You Are Faultless - One Who Will Caress The Hand That Strikes Her And Kiss The Lips That Lie To Her.

Whoever Has Loved Once, Knows All That Life Contains Of Sorrow And Of Joy.

The More You Lose The Right To Be Jealous, The More So You Become!

The Whole Secret Of The Study Of Nature Lies In Learning How To Use One's Eyes.