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.

Verily, the best of husbands hath many raw edges, and many unnecessary pleats in his temper, and many wrinkles in his disposition, which must be removed.

The hardest task of a girl's life, nowadays, is to prove to a man that his intentions are serious.

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

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.

There are more ways of killing a man's love than by strangling it to death, but that's the usual way.

Better a lively old epigram than a deadly new one.