e woman in it
who is the star--but it takes ninety-nine others to make up the
"ensemble."

Nothing so annoys a man as to have a woman "cheer him up," when he is
enjoying the exquisite luxury of feeling sorry for himself.

The modern girl's "perfect candor" has taken the sin out of
sincerity--and most of the sweet scent out of the flower of sentiment.
Without the Serpent, the Garden of Eden would seem a dull old place to
most men.

Love is neither a bonfire, nor a kitchen-fire; but an altar-fire, to be
kept burning forever with prayer and reverence.

In the language of love, "Forever!" means for quite a little while and
"Never!" means not until next season.

"A fool there was, and he made his prayer"--to two women on the same
party wire.

Love is a matter of give and take--marriage, a matter of misgive and
mistake.

Even a fool knows enough to laugh at a man's joke--but only a born Siren
knows enough to hang onto his coat-lapel and beg him to "Tell it again!"

Some men are born for matrimony, some achieve matrimony--but most of
them are merely poor dodgers.

There are many times when 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.

Alas! In choosing a husband, it seems that you've always got to decide
between something tame and uninteresting, like a gold-fish, and
something wild and fascinating, like a mountain goat.

Perhaps the first time a young man actually realizes that he is married
is when he catches himself looking at other women with that strange,
new, wistful sort of interest.

It is at once the mission and the punishment of the flirt to go through
life tapping the hearts of men, that they may overflow--for other women.

The sweetest things in a woman's life are her "yesterdays"--the sweetest
things in a man's life are his "tomorrows."

The man who is fondly looking for a perfect angel almost invariably ends
by marrying some little devil who knows how to persuade him that her
horns are merely the signs of a budding halo.

Woman is to most men what "heart-failure" is to the doctors--something
that it is always convenient to blame any old thing on.

"The mind has a thousand eyes--the heart but one!"--and that usually
goes fast asleep, after marriage.

Philosophy is the only kind of "sweetening" with which to make life
palatable.

Estimated from a wife's experience, the average man spends fully
one-qua