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 man falls in love through his eyes, a woman through her imagination, and then they both speak of it as an affair of “the heart.”

The follies which a man regrets most, in his life, are those which he didn’t commit when he had the opportunity.

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

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