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