Verily, the best of husbands hath many raw edges, and many unnecessary pleats in his temper, and many wrinkles in his disposition, which must be removed.

Love will never be ideal until man recovers from the illusion that he can be just a little bit faithful or a little bit married.

A good woman is known by what she does; a good man by what he doesn't.

When perfect frankness comes in at the door love flies out of the window.

When a man spends his time giving his wife criticism and advice instead of compliments, he forgets that it was not his good judgment, but his charming manners, that won her heart.

Flattery is like wine, which exhilarates a man for a moment, but usually ends by going to his head and making him act foolishly.

In love, somehow, a man's heart is always either exceeding the speed limit, or getting parked in the wrong place.