Many Men Kill Themselves For Love, But

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.

An Optimist Is Merely An Ex-pessimist With His Pockets Full Of Money, His Digestion In Good Condition, And His Wife In The Country.

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.

A Bachelor Never Quite Gets Over The Idea That He Is A Thing Of Beauty And A Boy Forever.

Nobody Is Quite So Blase And Sophisticated As A Boy Of Nineteen Who Is Just Recovering From A Baby Grand Passion