A woman flees from temptation, but a man just crawls away from it in the cheerful hope that it may overtake him.

At twenty, a man feels awfully aged and blasé; at thirty, almost senile; at forty, "not so old"; and at fifty, positively skittish.

Jealousy is the tie that binds, and binds, and binds.

True love isn't the kind that endures through long years of absence, but the kind that endures through long years of propinquity.

There are people whose watch stops at a certain hour and who remain permanently at that age.

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

Fortunately for women, most men mistake loneliness for love before marriage, and habit for happiness afterward.