I owe you nothing. And you are nothing to me. Thank you for curing me of my ridiculous obsession with love.
The French are glad to die for love. They delight in fighting duels. But I prefer a man who lives, and gives expensive jewels.
Love? Love. Above all things, I believe in love. Love is like oxygen. Love is a many-splendored thing. Love lifts us up where we belong. All you need is love.