At twenty, a man feels awfully aged and blasé; at thirty, almost senile; at forty, "not so old"; and at fifty, positively skittish.
Between lovers a little confession is a dangerous thing.
No man can understand why a woman shouldn't prefer a good reputation to a good time.
Before marriage, when a woman speaks to a man in an undertone, he calls it "cooing"; after marriage, he calls it nagging.
Love, the quest; marriage, the conquest; divorce, the inquest.
Don't waste time trying to break a man's heart; be satisfied if you can just manage to chip it in a brand new place.