A Bachelor of Arts is one who makes love to a lot of women, and yet has the art to remain a bachelor.

There's so much saint in the worst of them, and so much devil in the best of them, that a woman who's married to one of them, has nothing to learn of the rest of them.

Verily, the best of husbands hath many raw edges, and many unnecessary pleats in his temper, and many wrinkles in his disposition, which must be removed.

A man falls in love through his eyes, a woman through her imagination, and then they both speak of it as an affair of 'the heart.

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.

Marriage is a bargain, and somebody has to get the worst end of the bargain.

Marriage is the miracle that transforms a kiss from a pleasure into a duty.