Flirting is the sin of the virtuous and the virtue of the sinful.

One must live the way one thinks or end up thinking the way one has lived.

A proof that experience is of no use, is that the end of one love does not prevent us from beginning another.

Even after making up one's mind to the sacrifices I
had decided upon, there is always left a trace of envy
for those who have triumphed in the melancholy
struggle for literary supremacy

We knew their power play was good going into the game. We took too many penalties. That's flirting with disaster.

I thought girls would be impressed because I had read a big dictionary. I guess I thought it would get their attention when I told them I was sesquipedalian. One look down at my feet usually dispelled the deception though.