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appears to give him heart-fag.

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.

Of course, a girl hates to wound a man; but sometimes, after a painful
parting, it would seem so much more artistic if he would only _remain_
"wounded" just a little longer.

Making a man promise to drop a woman simply excites his sympathy for
her, so that, before he has fairly cut the string, he is anxious to tie
a knot in it again.

The hardest task of a girl's life, nowadays, is to prove to a man that
his intentions are serious.

Love, without faith, illusions and trust, is--Lord forgive us--cinders,
ashes and dust!

A man who strays for love of a woman may sometimes be reclaimed; but the
man who strays for love of amusement or love or novelty will never "stay
put" for any girl.

Most girls, nowadays, would give almost as much for a little genuine
sentiment and a really convincing kiss, as for a genuine "old master"
and a really convincing novel.

There are a hundred things that the cleverest man in the world never
_can_ understand--and ninety-nine of them are women.

Many a man who is too tender-hearted to pour salt on an oyster will pour
sarcasm all over his wife's vanity and then wonder why she always
shrivels up in her shell at the sight of him.

A grub may become a butterfly, but the man who marries a butterfly,
expecting to turn her into a grub, should remember that nature never
works that way.

A married man's hardest cross is not to be able to brag to his wife
about the women who "tried to flirt with him."

Plato has lured more men into matrimony than Cupid. A man can _see_ an
arrow coming and dodge it, but platonic friendship strikes him in the
back.

Many a man has started out to "string" a girl, and gotten so tangled up,
that the string ended in a marriage tie.

Habit is the cement which holds the links of matrimony together when the
ties of romance have crumbled.

He that telleth a secret unto a married man may prepare himself for a
lot of free advertising; for, lo, the conjugal pillow is the root of all
gossip.

To make a man perfectly happy tell him he works too hard, that he spends
too much money, that he is "misunderstood" or that he is "different;"
none of this is necessarily complimentary, but it will flatter him
infinitely more than merely telling him that he is brilliant, or noble,
or wise, or good.

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