SYNCOPATIONS
A "SOUL-MATE" is seldom the siren who manages to drive a man to distraction, but just the sympathetic little thing who always happens to come along when he is looking for distraction.
Hanging on a man's word may flatter him, but hanging on his neck merely frightens him.
Every gay dog has his day—after.
One may be loved forever! It is the vain desire to go on being a "heart-breaker" after one's flirting days are over that constitutes the real tragedy of age.
A man regards a woman's love first as an unattainable dream, then as a boon, then as a blessing, then as a right, then as a matter-of-course—and, last, as a punishment.
A man's idea of "preserving the unities" is to find out what side of an argument his wife is on, and then take the other side, in order to keep it from sagging.
After a bachelor's heart has been patched up, cut down and remodeled to fit the romantic ideal of one girl after another, there is seldom enough of it left to go all the way around the honeymoon.
There is no question of degree in matrimony. You can be a little bit in love or a little bit ill; but you can't be a little bit married or a little bit dead.
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.
If your husband is wrapped up in his work from 9 A.M. to 6 P.M. you needn't bother to investigate his morals. Satan wouldn't waste his talents trying to tempt a man with so little time and energy for the devil's business.
You can't argue, frighten or nag a man into loving you just because he "ought to"—because, dearie, love is not exactly a man's feeling for a thought-censor, a creditor or a critic-on-the-hearth.
There are more ways of killing a man's love than by strangling it to death—but that's the usual way.
In matters of the heart most men are still in a state of barbarism, slightly tempered by woman.
A man is never old until his spirit is worn out, his rosy hopes have turned gray, his illusions have faded and he has wrinkles on his heart.
An optimist is merely an ex-pessimist with his pockets full of money, his digestion in good condition and his wife in the country.
Every time a man hits a woman's vanity he makes a dent in her love.
A man's first lie wounds a woman's heart, the second breaks it, the third mends it, and all the rest simply harden it.
Dissimulation is the price of peace—but it's awfully hard for a married woman to preserve the peace by deceiving her husband into thinking that he is deceiving her, every time he tries.
Of course men are not so suspicious as women. A woman in love would be jealous of a store dummy; but how can a man possibly suspect that any girl on whom he may bestow himself could ever think of anybody else?
A good woman inspires a man, a brilliant woman interests him, a beautiful woman fascinates him—but the considerate woman gets him.
There never was a man too nearsighted to see the look of admiration in a pretty woman's eyes.
WIFE: The woman from whom a man failed to escape and to whom he complacently refers as "the little woman I married."
MARRIAGE: The intermission between the wedding and the divorce.
WEDDING: The point at which a man stops toasting a woman and begins roasting her.
Most girls, nowadays, would give a lot for a few solid vows, a few unshrinkable signs of devotion and a really convincing kiss.
It isn't a husband's disinclination to listen to his wife's conversation, but that "I-am-ready-to-bear-with-you" expression with which he does it that grates on her nerves so.
The average man has so much heart that he apparently thinks it a pity to waste it all on one woman.
Alas! Why is it that when your cup of happiness is full somebody always jogs your elbow!
Never judge a man's love by the ardor of his first kiss, nor by the tenderness of his second, but by the eagerness with which he seeks the third.
When it comes to making love, a girl can always listen so much faster than a man can talk.
If nothing but their heart-strings became entangled, people would not find the marriage tie so binding; it is a man's purse-strings and a woman's apron-strings that really form the Gordian knot.
In love, a man loses first his head, then his vanity, then his poise—and, last of all, his heart.
It is much more comfortable to be considered a "little devil" and get a credit mark every time you do anything right, than to be considered an "angel" and get a black mark every time you do anything human.
Love is a game at which a woman must play against stacked cards, and without the slightest inkling of the trump.
A woman's last resort is henna—a man's Gehenna.
To a woman marriage is the beginning of life; to a man it is the end of "liberty and the pursuit of happiness."
Perfect wife: That which a married man always fancies he might have gotten if he had kept on experimenting a little longer.
Why is it that, no matter how much a man thinks of one girl, he can't help thinking of a lot of others at the same time?
Don't waste time trying to break a man's heart; be satisfied if you can just manage to chip it in a brand new place.
IT IS QUITE CORRECT TO SEND YOUR FORMER HUSBAND A GIFT ON THE ANNIVERSARY OF YOUR DIVORCE, IN REMEMBRANCE OF "THE MANY HAPPY DAYS WHICH YOU HAVE SPENT—APART" |
In remembrance.
