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

It's easier to hide your light under a bushel than to keep your shady side dark.

Woman: the peg on which the wit hangs his jest, the preacher his text, the cynic his grouch and the sinner his justification.

Marriage is the miracle that transforms a kiss from a pleasure into a duty.

A man may talk inspiringly to a woman about love in the abstract--but the look in his eyes is always perfectly concrete.

A woman's flattery may inflate a man's head a little; but her criticism goes straight to his heart, and contracts it so that it can never again hold quite as much love for her.

The honeymoon is not actually over until we cease to stifle our sighs and begin to stifle our yawns.