Love is an emotion experienced by the many and enjoyed by the few.
The path of sound credence is through the thick forest of skepticism.
A man reserves his true and deepest love not for the species of woman in whose company he finds himself electrified and enkindled, but for that one in whose company he may feel tenderly drowsy.
Great art is as irrational as great music. It is mad with its own loveliness.
An optimist is a fellow who believes a housefly is looking for a way to get out.
Beauty makes idiots sad and wise men merry.
What passes for woman's intuition is often nothing more than man's transparency.
A life spent in constant labor is a life wasted, save a man be such a fool as to regard a fulsome obituary notice as ample reward.
Love demands infinitely less than friendship.
Love is the emotion that a woman feels always for a poodle dog and sometimes for a man.
Bad officials are the ones elected by good citizens who do not vote.
Patriotism is often an arbitrary veneration of real estate above principles.
Women, as they grow older, rely more and more on cosmetics. Men, as they grow older, rely more and more on a sense of humor.
Whenever a man encounters a woman in a mood he doesn't understand, he wants to know if she's tired.
I know many married men, I even know a few happily married men, but I don't know one who wouldn't fall down the first open coal hole running after the first pretty girl who gave him a wink.
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