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.

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

No girl who is going to marry need bother to win a college degree; she just naturally becomes a "Master of Arts" and a "Doctor of Philosophy" after catering to an ordinary man for a few years.

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

To make a man perfectly happy tell him he works too hard, that he spends too much money, that he is "misunderstood" or that he is "different;" none of this is necessarily complimentary, but it will flatter him infinitely more than merely telling him that he is brilliant, or noble, or wise, or good.

Every man wants a woman to appeal to his better side, his nobler instincts, and his higher nature - and another woman to help him forget them.

Love, the quest; marriage, the conquest; divorce, the inquest.