When you see what some women marry, you realize how they must hate to work for a living.

Falling in love consists merely in uncorking the imagination and bottling the common sense.

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?

Love, like a chicken salad or restaurant hash, must be taken with blind faith or it loses its flavor.

Some women blush when they are kissed, some call for the police, some swear, some bite. But the worst are those who laugh.

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

Eve had one advantage over all the rest of her sex. In his wildest moments of rage Adam never could accuse her of being 'just like her mother!