The excesses of love soon pass, but its insufficiencies torment us forever.

In the theater, as in life, we prefer a villain with a sense of humor to a hero without one.

The hardest-learned lesson: that people have only their kind of love to give, not our kind.

When first we fall in love, we feel that we know all there is to know about life, and perhaps we are right.

What we love about love is the fever, which marriage puts to bed and cures.

With each passing year, one has less to say, and knows better how to say it.

Good-looking girls break hearts, and goodhearted girls mend them.