Telling lies is a fault in a boy, an art in a lover, an accomplishment in a bachelor, and second-nature in a married man.
Marriage is like twirling a baton, turning hand springs or eating with chopsticks. It looks easy until you try it.
Somehow a bachelor never quite gets over the idea that he is a thing of beauty and a boy forever.
A husband is what is left of a lover, after the nerve has been extracted.
A fool and her money are soon courted.
Falling in love consists merely in uncorking the imagination and bottling the common sense.
Jealousy is the tie that binds, and binds, and binds.
Never trust a husband too far, nor a bachelor too near.
A bride at her second marriage does not wear a veil. She wants to see what she is getting.
Wedding: the point at which a man stops toasting a woman and begins roasting her.
Love, like a chicken salad or restaurant hash, must be taken with blind faith or it loses its flavor.
A Bachelor of Arts is one who makes love to a lot of women, and yet has the art to remain a bachelor.
Home is any four walls that enclose the right person.
When you see what some women marry, you realize how they must hate to work for a living.
A bachelor never quite gets over the idea that he is a thing of beauty and a boy forever.
It isn't tying himself to one woman that a man dreads when he thinks of marrying it's separating himself from all the others.
There are people whose watch stops at a certain hour and who remain permanently at that age.
Flirting is the gentle art of making a man feel pleased with himself.
Nowadays love is a matter of chance, matrimony a matter of money and divorce a matter of course.
Love, the quest marriage, the conquest divorce, the inquest.
One man's folly is another man's wife.
Marriage is the miracle that transforms a kiss from a pleasure into a duty.
In olden times sacrifices were made at the altar - a practice which is still continued.