Helen Rowland Quotes - Page 2

Telling lies is a fault in a boy, an art in a lover, an accomplishment in a bachelor, and second-nature in a married man.

A man marries one woman to escape from many others, and then chases many others to forget he's married to one.

It isn't tying himself to one woman that a man dreads when he thinks of marrying; it's separating himself from all the others.

The tenderest spot in a man's make-up is sometimes the bald spot on top of his head.

Alas, why will a man spend months trying to hand over his liberty to a woman--and the rest of his life trying to get it back again?

Soft, sweet things with a lot of fancy dressing - that's what a little boy loves to eat and a grown man prefers to marry.

Woman: the peg on which the wit hangs his jest, the preacher his text, the cynic his grouch and the sinner his justification.

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.

A bachelor has to have an inspiration for making love to a woman--a married man needs only an excuse.

A widow is a fascinating being with the flavor of maturity, the spice of experience, the piquancy of novelty, the tang of practiced coquetry, and the halo of one man's approval.

Home is any four walls that enclose the right person.

Eternity: The interval between the time when a woman discovers that a man is in love with her and the time when he finds it out himself and tells her about it.

Before marriage, a man will lie awake thinking about something you said; after marriage , he'll fall asleep before you finish saying it.

When perfect frankness comes in at the door love flies out of the window.

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

In love, somehow, a man's heart is always either exceeding the speed limit, or getting parked in the wrong place.

An optimist is merely an ex-pessimist with his pockets full of money, his digestion in good condition, and his wife in the country.

Before marriage, when a woman speaks to a man in an undertone, he calls it "cooing"; after marriage, he calls it nagging.

Falling in love consists merely in uncorking the imagination and bottling the common sense.

A Bachelor of Arts is one who makes love to a lot of women, and yet has the art to remain a bachelor.

Woman's love -- a mirror in which a man beholds himself glorified, magnified and deified.

Changing husbands is about as satisfactory as changing a bundle from one hand to the other; it gives you only temporary relief.

Love, like a chicken salad or restaurant hash, must be taken with blind faith or it loses its flavor.

At twenty, a man feels awfully aged and blasé; at thirty, almost senile; at forty, "not so old"; and at fifty, positively skittish.

A man falls in love through his eyes, a woman through her imagination, and then they both speak of it as an affair of 'the heart.