Marriage is based on the theory that when a man discovers a brand of beer exactly to his taste, he should at once throw up his job and go to work inthe brewery.

A man's wife is his compromise with the illusion of his first sweetheart.

I have yet to find a man worth his salt in any direction who did not think of himself first and foremost.

Love demands infinitely less than friendship.

What passes for woman's intuition is more often intrinsically nothing more than man's transparency.

The path of sound credence is through the thick forest of skepticism.

Impersonal criticism?is like an impersonal fist fight or an impersonal marriage, and as successful.