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

The most loyal and faithful woman indulges her imagination in a hypothetical liaison whenever she dons a new street frock for the first time.

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

The notion that as a man grows older his illusions leave him is not quite true. What is true is that his early illusions are supplanted by new, and to him, equally convincing illusions.

The bachelors admired freedom is often a yoke, for the freer a man is to himself the greater slave he often is to the whims of others.

All that is necessary to raise imbecility into what the mob regards as profundity is to lift it off the floor and put it on a platform.

A ready way to lose your friend is to lend him money. Another equally ready way to lose him is to refuse to lend him money. It is six of one and a half dozen of the other.