The Feminine Vanity-case Is The Graveyard Of

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.

A Man Seldom Thinks Of Marrying When He Meets His Ideal Woman; He Waits Until He Gets The Marrying Fever And Then Idealizes The First Woman He Happens To Meet.

Better A Lively Old Epigram Than A Deadly New One.

The Woman Who Appeals To A Man's Vanity May Stimulate Him, The Woman Who Appeals To His Heart May Attract Him, But It Is The Woman Who Appeals To His Imagination Who Gets Him.

Marriage: A Souvenir Of Love.