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

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

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

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

Alas, why will a man spend months trying to hand over his liberty to a woman--and the rest of his life trying to get it back again?

A man always mistakes a woman's clinging devotion for weakness, until he discovers that it requires the strength of Samson, the patience of Job, and the finesse of Solomon to untwine it.

Nowadays love is a matter of chance, matrimony a matter of money and divorce a matter of course.