Love is the emotion that a woman feels always for a poodle dog and sometimes for a man.

Love is the emotion that a woman feels always for a poodle dog and sometimes for a man

Whenever a man encounters a woman in a mood he doesn't understand, he wants to know if she's tired.

No man thinks clearly when his fists are clenched

A man admires a woman not for what she says, but what she listens to.

A man reserves his true and deepest love not for the species of woman in whose company he finds himself electrified and enkindled, but for that one in whose company he may feel tenderly drowsy.