Going through life without love is like going through a good dinner without an appetite -- everything seems so flat and tasteless.
A bachelor has to have an inspiration for making love to a woman--a married man needs only an excuse.
Love is woman's eternal spring and man's eternal fall. It is a game at which men must play against stacked cards, and without the slightest inkling of the trump.
Matrimony is the price of love -- divorce, the rebate.
Fortunately for women, most men mistake loneliness for love before marriage, and habit for happiness afterward.
Telling lies is a fault in a boy, an art in a lover, an accomplishment in a bachelor, and second-nature in a married man.
Love is a matter of give and take -- marriage, a matter of misgive and mistake.
True love isn't the kind that endures through long years of absence, but the kind that endures through long years of propinquity.
Soft, sweet things with a lot of fancy dressing - that's what a little boy loves to eat and a grown man prefers to marry.
What a man calls his 'conscience' is merely the mental action that follows a sentimental reaction after too much wine or love.
There are more ways of killing a man's love than by strangling it to death, but that's the usual way.
Before marriage, a man will lie awake thinking about something you said; after marriage , he'll fall asleep before you finish saying it.
Love: woman's eternal spring and man's eternal fall.
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.
Why does a man take it for granted that a girl who flirts with him wants him to kiss her - when, nine times out of ten, she only wants him to want to kiss her?
In love, somehow, a man's heart is always either exceeding the speed limit, or getting parked in the wrong place.
A Bachelor of Arts is one who makes love to a lot of women, and yet has the art to remain a bachelor.
A man snatches the first kiss, pleads for the second, demands the third, takes the fourth, accepts the fifth - and endures all the rest.
Many men kill themselves for love, but many more women die of it
Between lovers a little confession is a dangerous thing.
A bride at her second marriage does not wear a veil. She wants to see what she is getting.
It is easier to keep half a dozen lovers guessing than to keep one lover after he has stopped guessing.
Nowadays love is a matter of chance, matrimony a matter of money and divorce a matter of course.
Love, the quest; marriage, the conquest; divorce, the inquest.
Falling in love consists merely in uncorking the imagination and bottling the common sense.
A husband is what is left of a lover, after the nerve has been extracted.
A man falls in love through his eyes, a woman through her imagination, and then they both speak of it as an affair of 'the heart.
Variety is the spice of love.
The woman who appeals to a man's vanity may stimulate him, the woman who appeals to his heart may attract him, but it is the woman who appeals to his imagination who gets him.
A man's heart may have a secret sanctuary where only one woman may enter, but it is full of little anterooms which are seldom vacant.
Home is any four walls that enclose the right person.
A woman's flattery may inflate a man's head a little; but her criticism goes straight to his heart, and contracts it so that it can never again hold quite as much love for her
A husband is what's left of the lover after the nerve has been extracted.
A bachelor has to have inspiration for making love to a woman, a married man needs only an excuse
After a few years of marriage a man can look right at a woman without seeing her and a woman can see right through a man without looking at him.