The bride and groom-May their joys be as bright as the morning, and their sorrows but shadows that fade in the sunlight of love.

Every man has two personalities; the one he reveals to women, the other to men.

The difference between a saint and a hypocrite is that one lies for his religion, the other by it.

Between flattery and admiration there often flows a river of contempt.

When a woman is very, very bad, she is awful, but when a man is correspondingly good, he is weird.

There never was a woman who did not prefer an oblique compliment to a straight truth - if the latter were unflattering.

Satiety is a mongrel that barks at the heels of plenty.