An epigram is a flashlight of a truth; a witticism, truth laughing at itself.
Enthusiasms, like stimulants, are often affected by people with small mental ballast.
Experience is a good teacher, but she sends in terrific bills.
Between flattery and admiration there often flows a river of contempt.
Satiety is a mongrel that barks at the heels of plenty.
The Green-eyed Monster causes much woe, but the absence of this ugly serpent argues the presence of a corpse whose name is Eros.
The difference between a saint and a hypocrite is that one lies for his religion, the other by it.
The drama of life begins with a wail and ends with a sigh.
When a woman is very, very bad, she is awful, but when a man is correspondingly good, he is weird.
Man forgives women anything save the wit to outwit him.
A fool bolts pleasure, then complains of moral indigestion.
Man proposes, woman forecloses.
A homely face and no figure have aided many women heavenward.