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.

Love, the quest; marriage, the conquest; divorce, the inquest.

Falling in love consists merely in uncorking the imagination and bottling the common sense.

And verily, a woman need know but one man well, in order to understand all men; whereas a man may know all women and understand not one of them.

Before marriage, a man declares that he would lay down his life to serve you; after marriage, he won't even lay down his newspaper to talk to you.

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.