The Real Brahms Is Nothing More Than

A Man Ought To Be Able To Be Fond Of His Wife Without Making A Fool Of Himself About Her.

Men Are Wise In Proportion, Not To Their Experience, But To Their Capacity For Experience.

Happy Is The Man Who Can Make A Living By His Hobby

You're Only A Beginner; And What You Think Is Love, And Interest, And All That, Is Not Real Love At All: Three Quarters Of It Is Only Unsatisfied Curiosity.

It Is Assumed That The Woman Must Wait, Motionless, Until She Is Wooed. That Is How The Spider Waits For The Fly.