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

Love, like a chicken salad or restaurant hash, must be taken with blind faith or it loses its flavor.

Better a lively old epigram than a deadly new one.

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.

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

Going through life without love is like going through a good dinner without an appetite -- everything seems so flat and tasteless.

The woman who appeals to a man's vanity may stimulate him, the woman who appeals to his heart may attract him, but it is the woman who appeals to his imagination who gets him.