Love: woman's eternal spring and man's eternal fall.

Marriage is the only thing that affords a woman the pleasure of company and the perfect sensation of solitude at the same time.

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

Some men are born for matrimony, some achieve matrimony -- but most of them are merely poor dodgers.

No girl who is going to marry need bother to win a college degree; she just naturally becomes a "Master of Arts" and a "Doctor of Philosophy" after catering to an ordinary man for a few years.

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.