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.

True Love can be no deeper than your capacity for friendship, no higher than your ideals, and no broader than the scope of your vision.

Wedding: the point at which a man stops toasting a woman and begins roasting her.

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.'

A man's ideal woman is the one he couldn't get.

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

True love isn't the kind that endures through long years of absence, but the kind that endures through long years of propinquity.