A bachelor never quite gets over the idea that he is a thing of beauty and a boy forever.

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.

Every once in a while nature stops experimenting and creates a man.

A bride at her second marriage does not wear a veil. She wants to see what she is getting.

A widow is a fascinating being with the flavor of maturity, the spice of experience, the piquancy of novelty, the tang of practised coquetry, and the halo of one man's approval.