DIVORCES
LOVE, the quest; marriage, the conquest; divorce, the inquest.
Most marriages, nowadays, seem built for speed rather than for endurance.
A divorcée is one who has graduated from the Correspondence School of Experience.
Marriage, according to the merry Widow-reno, is a "perfectly lovely experience to have had!"
Grass Widow: The angel whom a man loved, the human being he married, and the devil he divorced.
Most actresses are married—now and then; most literary women—off and on; most society women—from time to time.
In olden days, the lover cried, in burning words and brave,
"Oh darling, be my Queen, my Bride—and let me be your slave!"
But nowadays, he murmurs, over cigarette and tea,
"Say, when you get your next divorce, will you (puff) marry me?"
When a woman obtains her second divorce, one hardly knows whether to class her as a good loser, a bad chooser, or just a "poor sport."
Why is it that when a man hears that a woman has had a "past," he is always so anxious to brighten up her present?
Many a woman's sole reason for getting a divorce is because she is tired of holding onto heaven with one hand and onto a man with the other.
When two people decide to get a divorce, it isn't a sign that they "don't understand" one another, but a sign that they have, at last, begun to.
That "just-after-the-divorce" feeling is not the exhilarating thing many people imagine it. It is more like the mingled sensation of pain and relief that comes the moment after you have removed a tight slipper and before the ache has subsided.
Divorce is the Great Divide, over which most men expect to pass into the Happy Hunting Grounds.
Reno! The land of the free and the grave of the home!
