The tenderest spot in a man's make-up is sometimes the bald spot on top of his head.
The honeymoon is not actually over until we cease to stifle our sighs and begin to stifle our yawns.
A man loses his illusions first, his teeth second, and his follies last.
The feminine vanity-case is the graveyard of masculine illusions.
A man falls in love through his eyes, a woman through her imagination, and then they both speak of it as an affair of 'the heart.
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.