Quotes from Helen Rowland

the mistakes you regret the most in your life are the ones you didn't commit when you had the chance

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

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 is the only thing that affords a woman the pleasure of company and the perfect sensation of solitude at the same time.

Some women can be fooled all of the time, and all women can be fooled some of the time, but the same woman can't be fooled by the same man in the same way more than half of the time.

Jealousy is the tie that binds, and binds, and binds.

No man can understand why a woman shouldn't prefer a good reputation to a good time.

France may claim the happiest marriages in the world, but the happiest divorces in the world are 'made in America.'

In olden times sacrifices were made at the altar - a practice which is still continued.

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

Variety is the spice of love.

True love isn't the kind that endures through long years of absence, but the kind that endures through long years of propinquity.

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.

There's so much saint in the worst of them, and so much devil in the best of them, that a woman who's married to one of them, has nothing to learn of the rest of them.

Going through life without love is like going through a good dinner without an appetite -- everything seems so flat and tasteless.

For repeating themselves from the first kiss to the last sigh, the average man's love affairs have History blushing with envy.

A man snatches the first kiss, pleads for the second, demands the third, takes the fourth, accepts the fifth - and endures all the rest.

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

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.

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

Love: woman's eternal spring and man's eternal fall.

It is easier to keep half a dozen lovers guessing than to keep one lover after he has stopped guessing.

True Love can be no deeper than your capacity for friendship, no higher than your ideals, and no broader than the scope of your vision.

Matrimony is the price of love -- divorce, the rebate.