Marriage Is Like Twirling A

Woman: The Peg On Which The Wit Hangs His Jest, The Preacher His Text, The Cynic His Grouch And The Sinner His Justification.

What A Man Calls His 'conscience' Is Merely The Mental Action That Follows A Sentimental Reaction After Too Much Wine Or Love.

Marriage Is The Only Thing That Affords A Woman The Pleasure Of Company And The Perfect Sensation Of Solitude At The Same Time.

At Twenty, A Man Feels Awfully Aged And Blasé; At Thirty, Almost Senile; At Forty, "not So Old"; And At Fifty, Positively Skittish.

Never Worry For Fear You Have Broken A Man's Heart; At The Worst It Is Only Sprained And A Week's Rest Will Put It In Perfect Working Condition Again.