A man’s heart may have a secret sanctuary where only one woman may enter, but it is full of little anterooms which are seldom vacant.
Marriage is the only thing that affords a woman the pleasure of company and the perfect sensation of solitude at the same time.
A good woman inspires a man, a brilliant woman interests him, a beautiful woman fascinates him, but a sympathetic woman gets him.
Jealousy is the tie that binds, and binds, and binds.
Home is any four walls that enclose the right person.
Love, like a chicken salad or restaurant hash, must be taken with blind faith or it loses its flavor.
Life begins at 40 – but so do fallen arches, rheumatism, faulty eyesight, and the tendency to tell a story to the same person, three or four times.
A widow is a fascinating being with the flavor of maturity, the spice of experience, the piquancy of novelty, the tang of practiced coquetry, and the halo of one man’s approval.
Before marriage, when a woman speaks to a man in an undertone, he calls it “cooing”; after marriage, he calls it nagging.
It is easier to keep half a dozen lovers guessing than to keep one lover after he has stopped guessing.
Honeymoons are the beginning of wisdom – but the beginning of wisdom is the end of romance.
Marriage: a souvenir of love.
Better a lively old epigram than a deadly new one.
Between lovers a little confession is a dangerous thing.
A man is like a cat; chase him and he will run – sit still and ignore him and he’ll come purring at your feet.
A wise woman puts a grain of sugar into everything she says to a man, and takes a grain of salt with everything he says to her.
Falling in love consists merely in uncorking the imagination and bottling the common sense.
A bride at her second marriage does not wear a veil. She wants to see what she is getting.
It is as hard to get a man to stay at home after you’ve married him as it was to get him to go home before you married him.
When perfect frankness comes in at the door love flies out of the window.