Woman: the peg on which the wit hangs his jest, the preacher his text, the cynic his grouch and the sinner his justification.

When perfect frankness comes in at the door love flies out of the window.

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

The chief excitement in a woman's life is spotting women who are fatter than she is.

Soft, sweet things with a lot of fancy dressing - that's what a little boy loves to eat and a grown man prefers to marry.

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

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