Touch is the mother of the senses. Not only are women more sensitive when they touch, but they're also more sensitive to being touched.

A Rolex watch or an expensive car are the things guys often use to show status, wealth, and basic desirability.

Keep an open heart. We are wired to find love.

Romantic love is an obsession. It possesses you. You lose your sense of self. You can’t stop thinking about another human being.

Any kind of novelty or excitement drives up dopamine in the brain, and dopamine is associated with romantic love.

The main characteristics of romantic love are craving: an intense craving to be with a particular person, not just sexually, but emotionally.

A world without love is a deadly place.

Sometimes we fall in love with somebody who will probably never love us, for reasons having nothing to do with us but with their own mindset, their chemistry.

We're not very dangerous animals; we don't have a horn like a rhino or quills like a porcupine.

Barriers tend to intensify romance. It's called the 'Romeo and Juliet effect.' I call it 'frustration attraction.'

I think romantic love evolved to enable you to focus your mating energy on just one individual at a time, thereby conserving mating time and energy.

You've got an answer for everything... It's one of the side effects of being right all the time.

It is in the half fools and the half wise that the greatest danger lies.

The secret of discipline is motivation. When a man is sufficiently motivated discipline will take care of itself.

GNU, n. An animal of South Africa, which in its domesticated state resembles a horse, a buffalo and a stag. In its wild condition it is something like a thunderbolt, an earthquake and a cyclone.

Indeed, it has affirmed my belief that our purpose as spiritual beings is to follow our bliss, seek our passions, and live our lives as inspirations to each other.

If we make anything that lasts, it outlives us.

Your faith is measured by how well you love those who can't stand you.

The world has corrected the Bible. The church never corrects it; and also never fails to drop in at the tail of the procession-and take the credit of the correction.

The south-wind strengthens to a gale, / Across the moon the clouds fly fast, / The house is smitten as with a flail, / The chimney shudders to the blast.

Look lak she been livin' through uh hundred years in January without one day of spring.