One man's folly is another man's wife.

A good woman inspires a man, a brilliant woman interests him, a beautiful woman fascinates him, but a sympathetic woman gets him.

At twenty, a man feels awfully aged and blasé; at thirty, almost senile; at forty, "not so old"; and at fifty, positively skittish.

When a man makes a woman his wife it's the highest compliment he can pay her – and usually it's the last.

Jealousy is the tie that binds, and binds, and binds.

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.

Nowadays love is a matter of chance, matrimony a matter of money and divorce a matter of course.