The gods must love summer flirtations—they die so young.
A man may have heart enough to love more than one woman at a time, but unless he is a fatalist he should have brains enough not to try it.
When love dies a wise married couple give its ashes a respectful burial, and hang a good photograph of it on the wall for the benefit of the public.
EVERY TIME A MAN FALLS IN LOVE HE FANCIES THAT HE HAS JUST DISCOVERED A BRAND NEW SENSATION; BUT, ALAS, IT ALWAYS TURNS OUT, LIKE THE HOTEL SOUP, TO BE JUST THE SAME OLD "STOCK" WITH A DIFFERENT FLAVORING |
A brand new sensation . . .