When You See A Married Couple Walking

There Are Only Two Kinds Of Men; The Dead And The Deadly.

An Optimist Is Merely An Ex-pessimist With His Pockets Full Of Money, His Digestion In Good Condition, And His Wife In The Country.

Love, Like A Chicken Salad Or Restaurant Hash, Must Be Taken With Blind Faith Or It Loses Its Flavor.

There Are Many Times Where A Woman Would Gladly Drop Her Husband If She Did Not Feel Morally Certain That Some Other Woman Would Come Right Along And Pick Him Up.

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.