To be happy with a man you must understand him a lot and love him a little. To be happy with a woman you must love her a lot and not try to understand her at all.

There are only two kinds of men; the dead and the deadly.

Never trust a husband too far, nor a bachelor too near.

Marriage is the miracle that transforms a kiss from a pleasure into a duty.

Jealousy is the tie that binds, and binds, and binds.

It takes one woman twenty years to make a man of her son - and another woman twenty minutes to make a fool of him.

In love, somehow, a man’s heart is always either exceeding the speed limit, or getting parked in the wrong place.

Home is any four walls that enclose the right person.

Flirting is the gentle art of making a man feel pleased with himself.

Don’t waste time trying to break a man’s heart; be satisfied if you can just manage to chip it in a brand new place.

Between lovers a little confession is a dangerous thing.

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.

A wise woman puts a grain of sugar into everything she says to a man, and takes a grain of salt with everything he says to her.

A man’s desire for a son is usually nothing but the wish to duplicate himself in order that such a remarkable pattern may not be lost to the world.

A man snatches the first kiss, pleads for the second, demands the third, takes the fourth, accepts the fifth - and endures all the rest.