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