The Feminine Vanity-case Is The Graveyard Of

Better A Lively Old Epigram Than A Deadly New One.

In Love, Somehow, A Man's Heart Is Always Either Exceeding The Speed Limit, Or Getting Parked In The Wrong Place.

When A Man Makes A Woman His Wife It's The Highest Compliment He Can Pay Her – And Usually It's The Last.

At Twenty, A Man Feels Awfully Aged And Blasé; At Thirty, Almost Senile; At Forty, "not So Old"; And At Fifty, Positively Skittish.

A Woman's Flattery May Inflate A Man's Head A Little; But Her Criticism Goes Straight To His Heart, And Contracts It So That It Can Never Again Hold Quite As Much Love For Her.