In love as in sport, the amateur status must be strictly maintained.

Eros aimed one of his arrows at Medea, and drove it into her heart, up to the feathers.

What we now call 'finance' is, I hold, an intellectual perversion of what began as warm human love.

If I were a girl, I'd despair. The supply of good women far exceeds that of the men who deserve them.

Like Olympic medals and tennis trophies, all they signified was that the owner had done something of no benefit to anyone more capably than everyone else.

To resist the social pressure now put even on one's leisure time, requires a tougher upbringing and a more obstinate willfulness about going one's own way, than ever before.