Lovers who love truly do not write down their happiness.

A lover without indiscretion is no lover at all.

All lovers unconsciously establish their own rules of the game, which from the outset admit of no transgression.

Like any lover, he desired to please; suffered agonies at the thought of failure, and brightened his dress with smart ties and handkerchiefs and other youthful touches.

Of all affliction taught a lover yet, Tis sure the hardest science to forget.

An angry lover tells himself many lies.

The lover is a monotheist who knows that other people worship different gods but cannot himself imagine that there could be other gods.

They say all lovers swear more performance than they are able and yet reserve an ability that they never perform, vowing more than the perfection of ten and discharging less than the tenth part of one.

I once fell in love with a man only because we both belonged to that large and secret club of children who had "crazy mothers." We traded stories of the shameless houses to which we could never invite our friends.

The anger of lovers renews their love.