Kissing a smoker is like licking an ashtray.
The feminine vanity-case is the graveyard of masculine illusions.
Marriage is the miracle that transforms a kiss from a pleasure into a duty.
A man snatches the first kiss, pleads for the second, demands the third, takes the fourth, accepts the fifth - and endures all the rest.
The tenderest spot in a man's make-up is sometimes the bald spot on top of his head.
Some women blush when they are kissed, some call for the police, some swear, some bite. But the worst are those who laugh.