Love is a matter of give and take -- marriage, a matter of misgive and mistake.
Flattery is like wine, which exhilarates a man for a moment, but usually ends by going to his head and making him act foolishly.
The feminine vanity-case is the graveyard of masculine illusions.
Woman: the peg on which the wit hangs his jest, the preacher his text, the cynic his grouch and the sinner his justification.
The tenderest spot in a man's make-up is sometimes the bald spot on top of his head.
Many men kill themselves for love, but many more women die of it