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

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

Love, the quest; marriage, the conquest; divorce, the inquest.

No girl who is going to marry need bother to win a college degree; she just naturally becomes a "Master of Arts" and a "Doctor of Philosophy" after catering to an ordinary man for a few years.

One man's folly is another man's wife.

A man seldom thinks of marrying when he meets his ideal woman; he waits until he gets the marrying fever and then idealizes the first woman he happens to meet.

A widow is a fascinating being with the flavor of maturity, the spice of experience, the piquancy of novelty, the tang of practiced coquetry, and the halo of one man's approval.