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.

In olden times sacrifices were made at the altar - a practice which is still continued.

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.

Better a lively old epigram than a deadly new one.

Before marriage, a man declares that he would lay down his life to serve you; after marriage, he won't even lay down his newspaper to talk to you.

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.

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