Love, like a chicken salad or restaurant hash, must be taken with blind faith or it loses its flavor.

When you see what some women marry, you realize how they must hate to work for a living.

It isn't tying himself to one woman that a man dreads when he thinks of marrying; it's separating himself from all the others.

To make a man perfectly happy tell him he works too hard, that he spends too much money, that he is "misunderstood" or that he is "different;" none of this is necessarily complimentary, but it will flatter him infinitely more than merely telling him that he is brilliant, or noble, or wise, or good.

Between lovers a little confession is a dangerous thing.

Marriage is a bargain, and somebody has to get the worst end of the bargain.

The chief excitement in a woman's life is spotting women who are fatter than she is.