Flattery is like wine, which exhilarates a man for a moment, but usually ends by going to his head and making him act foolishly.

When a man makes a woman his wife it's the highest compliment he can pay her – and usually it's the last.

Nothing annoys a man as to hear a woman promising to love him "forever" when he merely wanted her to love him for a few weeks.

A fool and her money are soon courted.

After marriage, a woman's sight becomes so keen that she can see right through her husband without looking at him, and a man's so dull that he can look right through his wife without seeing her.

A widow is a fascinating being with the flavor of maturity, the spice of experience, the piquancy of novelty, the tang of practiced coquetry, and the halo of one man's approval.

Marriage: a souvenir of love.