True love isn't the kind that endures through long years of absence, but the kind that endures through long years of propinquity.

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 good woman inspires a man, a brilliant woman interests him, a beautiful woman fascinates him, but a sympathetic woman gets him.

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.

One man's folly is another man's wife.

A man may talk inspiringly to a woman about love in the abstract--but the look in his eyes is always perfectly concrete.

There are many times where a woman would gladly drop her husband if she did not feel morally certain that some other woman would come right along and pick him up.