Love is an emotion experienced by the many and enjoyed by the few.

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

It is the mark of a superior person that, left to themselves they are able endlessly to amuse, interest and entertain themselves out of their personal stock of meditations, ideas, criticisms, memories, philosophy, humor and what not.

Criticism is the art of appraising others at one's own value.

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

A man may be said to love most truly that woman in whose company he can feel drowsy in comfort.

Women, as they grow older, rely more and more on cosmetics. Men, as they grow older, rely more and more on a sense of humor.