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

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.

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

Don't waste time trying to break a man's heart; be satisfied if you can just manage to chip it in a brand new place.

Some women can be fooled all of the time, and all women can be fooled some of the time, but the same woman can't be fooled by the same man in the same way more than half of the time.

Variety is the spice of love.

No man can understand why a woman shouldn't prefer a good reputation to a good time.