An occasional lucky guess as to what makes a wife tick is the best a man can hope for, Even then, no sooner has he learned how to cope with the tick than she tocks.

He is not drunk, who from the floor, can rise and stand and shout for more

There has been a lot of progress during my lifetime, but I'm afraid it's heading in the wrong direction.

I have an idea that the phrase weaker sex was coined by some woman to disarm some man she was preparing to overwhelm.

A door is what a dog is perpetually on the wrong side of.

One would be in less danger From the wiles of the stranger If one's own kin and kith Were more fun to be with.

I think remorse ought to stop biting the consciences that feed it.