Marriage: a souvenir of love.

Marriage is like twirling a baton, turning hand springs or eating with chopsticks. It looks easy until you try it.

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

Flirting is the gentle art of making a man feel pleased with himself.

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

The hardest task of a girl's life, nowadays, is to prove to a man that his intentions are serious.