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Danh ngôn của Helen Rowland (Sứ mệnh: 5)

It isn't tying himself to one woman that a man dreads when he thinks of marrying; it's separating himself from all the others.
A husband is what is left of a lover, after the nerve has been extracted.
In olden times sacrifices were made at the altar - a practice which is still continued.
A man never knows how to say goodbye; a woman never knows when to say it.
After a few years of marriage a man can look right at a woman without seeing her and a woman can see right through a man without looking at him.
A bachelor never quite gets over the idea that he is a thing of beauty and a boy forever.
You will never win if you never begin.
Home is any four walls that enclose the right person.
Love, like a chicken salad or restaurant hash, must be taken with blind faith or it loses its flavor.
Love, the quest; marriage, the conquest; divorce, the inquest.
Marriage is the miracle that transforms a kiss from a pleasure into a duty.
Nowadays love is a matter of chance, matrimony a matter of money and divorce a matter of course.
Wedding: the point at which a man stops toasting a woman and begins roasting her.
Falling in love consists merely in uncorking the imagination and bottling the common sense.
Never trust a husband too far, nor a bachelor too near.
One man's folly is another man's wife.
Jealousy is the tie that binds, and binds, and binds.
A bride at her second marriage does not wear a veil. She wants to see what she is getting.
After marriage, a woman's sight becomes so keen that she can see right through her husband without looking at him, and a man's so dull that he can look right through his wife without seeing her.
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.