A man's heart may have a secret sanctuary where only one woman may enter, but it is full of little anterooms which are seldom vacant.

At twenty, a man feels awfully aged and blasé; at thirty, almost senile; at forty, "not so old"; and at fifty, positively skittish.

A fool and her money are soon courted.

A good woman is known by what she does; a good man by what he doesn't.

Some women blush when they are kissed, some call for the police, some swear, some bite. But the worst are those who laugh.

Going through life without love is like going through a good dinner without an appetite -- everything seems so flat and tasteless.

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