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

A woman's flattery may inflate a man's head a little; but her criticism goes straight to his heart, and contracts it so that it can never again hold quite as much love for her.

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

At twenty, a man feels awfully aged and blasé; at thirty, almost senile; at forty, "not so old"; and at fifty, positively skittish.

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!

Love is a matter of give and take -- marriage, a matter of misgive and mistake.

And verily, a woman need know but one man well, in order to understand all men; whereas a man may know all women and understand not one of them.