Love is what makes a woman laugh delightedly when a man is telling her for the second time, a story which she knew by heart before he told it to her the first time.
All this "sex-antagonism" must have started when Adam brought in the first rabbit and ordered Eve to make it into Chicken-a-la-King.
When a man takes a notion to marry, he doesn't start following it up—he merely stops running away.
A woman is young until the light dies out of her last lover's eyes.
Whenever a pretty girl runs her fingers through his hair, a cautious bachelor can't help thinking of what happened to Samson.
Success in flirtation, as in gambling, consists in "getting out of the game" at the psychological moment before your luck begins to turn.
Being a husband's "economic equal" may be awfully noble and advanced; but it usually means being all of his ribs and most of his vertebrae.
Men have been classified as "what women marry." They have two feet, two hands and sometimes two wives—but never more than one collar-button or one idea at a time.
When a man says, "Nobody understands me," don't fancy he is suffering. He is merely trying to let you know, in a modest way, that he is a profound, fascinating mystery.
A man snatches the first kiss, pleads for the second, demands the third, takes the fourth, accepts the fifth—and endures all the rest of them.