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

A man is like a cat; chase him and he will run - sit still and ignore him and he'll come purring at your feet.

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

No man can understand why a woman shouldn't prefer a good reputation to a good time.

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.

Alas, why will a man spend months trying to hand over his liberty to a woman--and the rest of his life trying to get it back again?

It is easier to keep half a dozen lovers guessing than to keep one lover after he has stopped guessing.