Love will never be ideal until man recovers from the illusion that he can be just a little bit faithful or a little bit married.

Marriage is the operation by which a woman's vanity and a man's egotism are extracted without an anaesthetic.

A man can become so accustomed to the thought of his own faults that he will begin to cherish them as charming little 'personal characteristics.'

A man loses his illusions first, his teeth second, and his follies last.

A good woman is known by what she does; a good man by what he doesn't.

At twenty, a man feels awfully aged and blasé; at thirty, almost senile; at forty, "not so old"; and at fifty, positively skittish.

A good woman inspires a man, a brilliant woman interests him, a beautiful woman fascinates him, but a sympathetic woman gets him.

A widow is a fascinating being with the flavor of maturity, the spice of experience, the piquancy of novelty, the tang of practiced coquetry, and the halo of one man's approval.

No man can understand why a woman shouldn't prefer a good reputation to a good time.