The feminine vanity-case is the graveyard of masculine illusions.

Telling lies is a fault in a boy, an art in a lover, an accomplishment in a bachelor, and second-nature in a married man.

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

Some women blush when they are kissed, some call for the police, some swear, some bite. But the worst are those who laugh.

Marriage is the operation by which a woman's vanity and a man's egotism are extracted without an anaesthetic.

No man can understand why a woman shouldn't prefer a good reputation to a good time.

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.