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 husband is what is left of a lover, after the nerve has been extracted.

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.'

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

Better a lively old epigram than a deadly new one.

France may claim the happiest marriages in the world, but the happiest divorces in the world are 'made in America.'

To be happy with a man you must understand him a lot and love him a little. To be happy with a woman you must love her a lot and not try to understand her at all.