It took seven hundred guesses for Solomon to find out what kind of a wife he wanted; and even then he seems to have had his doubts.
The only thing more astonishing than the length of time a man's love will subsist on nothing is the celerity with which it is surfeited the moment it has any encouragement to feed on.
Even when a man knows that he wants to marry a woman, she has to prove it to him with a diagram before he is really convinced of it.
A man is so apt to mistake his love of experiment for love of a woman that half the time he doesn't know which is which.
Why is it that a man never thinks he has tasted the cup of joy unless he has splashed it all over himself, as though it were his morning bath?
A man is so versatile that he can read his newspaper with one set of brain-cells while he carries on a conversation with his wife with another set.
A girl hides her emotions under a veil of modesty, a spinster under a cloak of cynicism, a wife under a mantle of tact, and a widow under a cloud of mystery—and then women wonder why they are "misunderstood."
Proposing is a sort of acrobatic feat, in which a man must hang on to his nerve with one hand and to the girl with the other. If he lets go of either, he is lost.
In love, as in poker, men play just to play—and then proceed to throw away what has been easily won, without any thought of its value. Thus gamblers so often die in poverty and Lotharios in loneliness.
Nowadays, a truly chivalrous girl will "lie like a lady" in order to protect a trusting man's vanity.