In the language of love, "Forever!" means for quite a little while and "Never!" means not until next season.
"A fool there was, and he made his prayer"—to two women on the same party wire.
Love is a matter of give and take—marriage, a matter of misgive and mistake.
Even a fool knows enough to laugh at a man's joke—but only a born Siren knows enough to hang onto his coat-lapel and beg him to "Tell it again!"
Some men are born for matrimony, some achieve matrimony—but most of them are merely poor dodgers.
There are many times when a woman would gladly drop her husband, if she did not feel morally certain that some other woman would come right along and pick him up.
Alas! In choosing a husband, it seems that you've always got to decide between something tame and uninteresting, like a gold-fish, and something wild and fascinating, like a mountain goat.
Perhaps the first time a young man actually realizes that he is married is when he catches himself looking at other women with that strange, new, wistful sort of interest.
It is at once the mission and the punishment of the flirt to go through life tapping the hearts of men, that they may overflow—for other women.
The sweetest things in a woman's life are her "yesterdays"—the sweetest things in a man's life are his "tomorrows."