Чем меньше женщину мы любим, Тем легче нравимся мы ей. И тем ее верн — Women

"White Iope, blithe Helen, and the rest."

"She sighed. "All men are the same." "So are all women—after the first nine."

"Suddenly, without any real change in her, she ceased to be beautiful. She looked merely like a woman who would have been dangerous a hundred years ago, and twenty years ago daring, but who today was just Grade B Hollywood."

"In his adolescence, he had discussed it with his father while they were weeding a field. “About girls,” he had said. “What about them?” his father asked. “You know.” His father sat back on his heels. “Treat her right and she’ll treat you right.”"

"Expliquera, morbleu! les femmes qui pourra!"

"Procul hinc, procul este, severae!"