There is something terribly morbid in the modern sympathy with pain. One should sympathise with the colour, the beauty, the joy of life. The less said about life’s sores the better.
You will always be fond of me. I represent to you all the sins you have never had the courage to commit.
Women love us for our defects. If we have enough of them, they will forgive us everything, even our gigantic intellects.
Women are never disarmed by compliments. Men always are. That is the difference between the two sexes.