During the great storms of our lives we imitate those captains who jettison their weightiest cargo.

Marriage must perforce fight against the all-devouring monster of habit.

Conscience is a cudgel which all men pick up in order to thwack their neighbors instead of applying it to their own shoulders.

Sometimes at the best moments a single word or a look is enough.'

Though your vulgarian does not readily admit that feelings can change overnight, certainly two lovers often part far more abruptly than they came together.

A lover always thinks of his mistress first and himself second; with a husband it runs the other way.

Events are never absolute, their outcome depends entirely upon the individual.