I know nothing about sex, because I was always married.

I’ve been on more laps than a napkin.

What reason weaves, by passion is undone.

One may like the love and despise the lover.

Love is so short, forgetting is so long.

Sex is more exciting on the screen and between the pages than between the sheets. 

The best moment of love is when the lover leaves in the taxi.

Sex is the last refuge of the miserable.