A man may talk inspiringly to a woman about love in the abstract--but the look in his eyes is always perfectly concrete.

In love, somehow, a man's heart is always either exceeding the speed limit, or getting parked in the wrong place.

Flirting is the gentle art of making a man feel pleased with himself.

A woman flees from temptation, but a man just crawls away from it in the cheerful hope that it may overtake him.

Love, the quest; marriage, the conquest; divorce, the inquest.

Marriage is the only thing that affords a woman the pleasure of company and the perfect sensation of solitude at the same time.

Love will never be ideal until man recovers from the illusion that he can be just a little bit faithful or a little bit married.