The Feminine Vanity-case Is The Graveyard Of

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.

Variety Is The Spice Of Love.

The Honeymoon Is Not Actually Over Until We Cease To Stifle Our Sighs And Begin To Stifle Our Yawns.

Better A Lively Old Epigram Than A Deadly New One.

A Man Never Knows How To Say Goodbye; A Woman Never Knows When To Say It.