Each man kills the thing he loves, By each let this be heard, Some do it with a bitter look, Some with a flattering word. The coward does it with a kiss, The brave man with a sword!

What we have to do, what at any rate it is our duty to do, is to revive the old art of Lying.

How marriage ruins a man. It's as demoralizing as cigarettes, and far more expensive.

In married life three is company and two is none.

Twenty years of romance makes a woman look like a ruin; but twenty years of marriage make her something like a public building.

Married men are horribly tedious when they are good husbands, and abominably conceited when they are not.

A thing is not necessarily true because a man dies for it.

Memory is the diary that we all carry about with us.

If a woman wants to hold a man, she has merely to appeal to what is worst in him. We make gods of men, and they leave us. Others make brutes of them and they fawn and are faithful.

It is only the modern that ever becomes old-fash-ioned.