A widow is a fascinating being with the flavor of maturity, the spice of experience, the piquancy of novelty, the tang of practiced coquetry, and the halo of one man's approval.

There are people whose watch stops at a certain hour and who remain permanently at that age.

Marriage: a souvenir of love.

Some men are born for matrimony, some achieve matrimony -- but most of them are merely poor dodgers.

The feminine vanity-case is the graveyard of masculine illusions.

When two people decide to get a divorce, it isn't a sign that they 'don't understand' one another, but a sign that they have, at last, begun to.

Many men kill themselves for love, but many more women die of it