woman fascinating. It is just a sort of magnetic current which seems to run around her and set her eyes a-twinkling—and a man's heart tingling.

   It is utterly useless to tell a man the honest truth. That is the last thing on earth which a man ever tells a woman—so of course it's the last thing on earth which he ever expects to hear from her.

   The average man, like "all Gaul," is divided into three parts: his vanity, his digestion and his ambition. Cater to the first, guard the second and stimulate the third—and his love will take care of itself.

   There is no such tonic for a man's nerve as a capricious wife and no such softener for his backbone as a self-sacrificing one.

   A man can sit in the moonlight and talk "New Thought" to a pretty girl and at the same time look right into her eyes with all the old, old ones.

   Bohemia is an oasis in the desert of life where only the rich-in-dreams may go and only the poor-in-purse may stay.

   There is no way of two people really knowing each other until after they are married and have to share the same dollar, the same table, the same newspaper and the same chiffonier.

   A man's life is like a musical comedy; there is always one woman in it who is the star—but it takes ninety-nine others to make up the "ensemble."

   Nothing so annoys a man as to have a woman "cheer him up," when he is enjoying the exquisite luxury of feeling sorry for himself.

   The modern girl's "perfect candor" has taken the sin out of sincerity—and most of the sweet scent out of the flower of sentiment. Without the Serpent, the Garden of Eden would seem a dull old place to most men.

   Love is neither a bonfire, nor a kitchen-fire; but an altar-fire, to be kept burning forever with prayer and reverence.

   In the language of love, "Forever!" means for quite a little while and "Never!" means not until next season.

   "A fool there was, and he made his prayer"—to two women on the same party wire.

   Love is a matter of give and take—marriage, a matter of misgive and mistake.

   Even a fool knows enough to laugh at a man's joke—but only a born Siren knows enough to hang onto his 

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