Men gossip less than women, but mean it.
Good-looking girls break hearts, and goodhearted girls mend them.
With men, as with women, the main struggle is between vanity and comfort; but with men, comfort often wins.
If your husband expects you to laugh, do so; if he expects you to cry, don't; if you don't know what he expects, what are you doing married?
Women polish the silver and water the plants and wait to be really needed.
Women go to beauty parlors for the unmussed look men hate.
A productive marriage requires falling in enjoy numerous occasions, usually with the identical man or woman.
No woman wants to see herself too clearly.
When a man falls in love, he wants to go to bed. When a woman falls in love, she wants to talk about it.
The trouble with women is men; the trouble with men, men.
Women are afraid of mice and of murder, and of very little in between.
Women who feel naked without their lipstick are well over thirty.
Philosophy teaches a man that he can't take it with him; taxes teach him he can't leave it behind either.
Few women care what a man looks like, and a good thing too.
Men feel that women somehow drag them down, and women feel that way about men. It's possible that both are right.
Women are the right age for just a few years; men, for most of their lives.
The plague of government is senile delinquency.
It took man thousands of years to put words down on paper, and his lawyers still wish he wouldn't.
I'm glad I don't have to explain to a man from Mars why each day I set fire to dozens of little pieces of paper, and then put them in my mouth.
Our strength is often composed of the weakness that we're damned if we're going to show.
Men who don't like girls with brains don't like girls.
Women flirt to keep their stock high, men to get somewhere.
Neurotics think of the past with resentment, and the future with dread; the present just doesn't exist.
Women are good listeners, but it's a waste of time telling your troubles to a man unless there's something specific you want him to do.
All women are basically in competition with each other for a handful of eligible men.
The neurotic feels as though trapped in a gas-filled room where at any moment someone, probably himself, will strike a match.
It upsets women to be, or not to be, stared at hungrily.
Men enjoy being thought of as hunters, but are generally too lazy to hunt. Women, on the other hand, love to hunt, but would rather nobody knew it.
The head never rules the heart, but just becomes its partner in crime.
Nymphomaniac: a woman as obsessed with sex as an average man.
Men prefer brief praise, pitched high; women are satisfied with praise in a lower key, just so it goes on and on.
Desire is in men a hunger, in women only an appetite.
All love is probationary, a fact which frightens women and exhilarates men.
How can a man marry wisely in his twenties? The girl he's going to wind up wanting hasn't even been born.
A husband only worries about a particular Other Man; a wife distrusts her whole species.
There are so many things that we wish we had done yesterday, so few that we feel like doing today.
Men really prefer reasonably attractive women; they go after the sensational ones to impress other men.
Even cowards can endure hardship; only the brave can endure suspense.
There's nothing wrong with most men's egos that the kowtowing of a headwaiter can't cure.
A woman asks little of love: only that she be able to feel like a heroine.