When I invite a woman to dinner, I expect her to look at my face. That's the price she has to pay.

A woman, the more curious she is about her face, is commonly the more careless about her house.

The expression a woman wears on her face is far more important than the clothes she wears on her back.

If people see me having dinner with a beautiful woman, they immediately believe that I'm having a love affair with her. Of course that's rubbish. I'm not a playboy!

With a woman of sophistication, class and modesty and refinement, I become a totally tongue-tied buffoon. I can't even look her straight in the face.

I look up to my mom. She's a beautiful woman.