There are more ways of killing a man's love than by strangling it to death, but that's the usual way.

A man snatches the first kiss, pleads for the second, demands the third, takes the fourth, accepts the fifth - and endures all the rest.

There are more ways of killing a man's love than by strangling it to death, but that's the usual way.

Going through life without love is like going through a good dinner without an appetite -- everything seems so flat and tasteless.

A fool and her money are soon courted.

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

There are only two kinds of men; the dead and the deadly.