Love is the idler's occupation, the warrior's relaxation, and the sovereign's ruination.
If you give up your quiet life, the bow of Cupid will lose its power.
My chief occupation, despite appearances, has always been love.
In love we are all fools alike.
Lechery, lechery; still, wars and lechery: nothing else holds fashion.
There was scarcely a woman alive, it seemed, who could resist the urge to haul men down onto beds, car seats, kitchen floors, dining-room tables, park grass, parlor sofas, or packing crates, entwine warm thighs around them, and pant in ecstasy.
The consequence of a very free commerce between the sexes, and of their living much together, will often terminate in intrigues and gallantry.
