After marriage, a woman's sight becomes so keen that she can see right through her husband without looking at him, and a man's so dull that he can look right through his wife without seeing her.

Between lovers a little confession is a dangerous thing.

It isn't tying himself to one woman that a man dreads when he thinks of marrying, it's separating himself from all the others.

A husband is what is left of a lover, after the nerve has been extracted.

It is easier to keep half a dozen lovers guessing than to keep one lover after he has stopped guessing.