The highlight of my baseball career came in Philadelphia's Connie Mack Stadium when I saw a fan fall out of the upper deck. When he got up and walked away, the crowd booed.
[Matrimony] is the grave of love.
Cultivating whatever gave pleasure to my senses was always the chief business of my life; I have never found any occupation more important. Feeling that I was born for the sex opposite mine, I have always loved it and done all that I could to make myself loved by it. I have also been extravagantly fond of good food and irresistibly drawn by anything which could excite curiosity.
Real love is the love that sometimes arises after sensual pleasure: if it does, it is immortal; the other kind inevitably goes stale, for it lies in mere fantasy.
The sweetest pleasures are those which are hardest to be won.
one who makes no mistakes makes nothing
After all, a beautiful woman without a mind of her own leaves her lover with no resource after he had physically enjoyed her charms.
Tis the common disease of all your musicians that they know no mean, to be entreated, either to begin or end.
Try to decide how good your hand is at a given moment. Nothing else matters. Nothing.
The soul of dispatch is decision.
It is possible for a spinster to be disappointed in lovers, but only the married are ever disappointed in love.