You are not permitted to kill a woman who has wronged you, but nothing forbids you to reflect that she is growing older every minute.  You are avenged fourteen hundred and forty times a day.

A sweetheart is a bottle of wine; a wife is a wine-bottle.

He gets on best with women who best knows how to get on without them.

“Who am I?” asked an awakened soul.

“That is the only knowledge that is denied to you here,” answered a smiling angel; “this is Heaven.”

Woman’s courage is ignorance of danger; man’s is hope of escape.

  When God had finished this terrestrial frame
  And all things else, with or without a name,
  The Nothing that remained within His hand
  Said:  “Make me into something fine and grand,
  Thine angels to amuse and entertain.” 
  God heard and made it into human brain.

If you wish to slay your enemy make haste, O make haste, for already
Nature’s knife is at his throat and yours.

To most persons a sense of obligation is insupportable; beware upon whom you inflict it.

    Bear me, good oceans, to some isle
      Where I may never fear
    The snake alurk in woman’s smile,
      The tiger in her tear. 
    Yet bear not with me her, O deeps,
    Who never smiles and never weeps.

Life and Death threw dice for a child.

“I win!” cried Life.

“True,” said Death, “but you need a nimbler tongue to proclaim your luck.  The stake is already dead of age.”

  How blind is he who, powerless to discern
  The glories that about his pathway burn,
  Walks unaware the avenues of Dream,
  Nor sees the domes of Paradise agleam! 
  O Golden Age, to him more nobly planned
  Thy light lies ever upon sea and land. 
  From sordid scenes he lifts his eyes at will,
  And sees a Grecian god on every hill!

In childhood we expect, in youth demand, in manhood hope, and in age beseech.

  A violet softly sighed,
    A hollyhock shouted above. 
  In the heart of the violet, pride;
    In the heart of the hollyhock, love.

If women knew themselves the fact that men do not know them would flatter them less and content them more.

The angel with a flaming sword slept at his post, and Eve slipped back into the Garden.  “Thank Heaven!  I am again in Paradise,” said Adam.