A man can become so accustomed to the thought of his own faults that he will begin to cherish them as charming little 'personal characteristics.'

When you see a married couple walking down the street, the one that's a few steps ahead is the one that's mad.

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

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

Flattery is like wine, which exhilarates a man for a moment, but usually ends by going to his head and making him act foolishly.

Marriage is a bargain, and somebody has to get the worst end of the bargain.

The feminine vanity-case is the graveyard of masculine illusions.