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

When a girl marries she exchanges the attentions of many men for the inattention of one.

Wedding: the point at which a man stops toasting a woman and begins roasting her.

When perfect frankness comes in at the door love flies out of the window.

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?

There are people whose watch stops at a certain hour and who remain permanently at that age.

Between lovers a little confession is a dangerous thing.