Falling in love consists merely in uncorking the imagination and bottling the common sense.

It is easier to keep half a dozen lovers guessing than to keep one lover after he has stopped guessing.

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.

A man can become so accustomed to the thought of his own faults that he will begin to cherish them as charming little 'personal characteristics.'

Love is a matter of give and take -- marriage, a matter of misgive and mistake.

A man seldom thinks of marrying when he meets his ideal woman; he waits until he gets the marrying fever and then idealizes the first woman he happens to meet.

There are only two kinds of men; the dead and the deadly.