Alter | 149 Jahre |
Beruf | Humorist, Journalist |
Geburtsdatum | Donnerstag, 21. Dezember 1876 |
Geburtsort | Washington, D.C. |
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Beschreibung | Helen May Rowland (/ˈroʊlənd/; 1875-1950) war eine amerikanische Journalistin und Humoristin. Viele Jahre lang schrieb sie eine Kolumne in der New York World mit dem Titel "Reflections of a Bachelor Girl". Viele ihrer prägnanten Erkenntnisse aus diesen Kolumnen wurden in Buchform veröffentlicht, darunter Reflections of a Bachelor Girl (1909), The Rubáiyát of a Bachelor (1915) und A Guide to Men (1922). |
Before marriage, a man declares that he would lay down his life to serve you after marriage, he won't even lay down his newspaper to talk to you.
Falling in love consists merely in uncorking the imagination and bottling the common sense.
A husband is what is left of a lover, after the nerve has been extracted.
A fool and her money are soon courted.
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.
Love, the quest marriage, the conquest divorce, the inquest.
Somehow a bachelor never quite gets over the idea that he is a thing of beauty and a boy forever.
In olden times sacrifices were made at the altar - a practice which is still continued.
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.
A bachelor never quite gets over the idea that he is a thing of beauty and a boy forever.
Telling lies is a fault in a boy, an art in a lover, an accomplishment in a bachelor, and second-nature in a married man.
Ever since Eve started it all by offering Adam the apple, woman's punishment has been to supply a man with food then suffer the consequences when it disagrees with him.
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.
Jealousy is the tie that binds, and binds, and binds.
One man's folly is another man's wife.
Marriage is the miracle that transforms a kiss from a pleasure into a duty.
A bride at her second marriage does not wear a veil. She wants to see what she is getting.
Love, like a chicken salad or restaurant hash, must be taken with blind faith or it loses its flavor.
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.
Nowadays love is a matter of chance, matrimony a matter of money and divorce a matter of course.
Marriage is like twirling a baton, turning hand springs or eating with chopsticks. It looks easy until you try it.
Home is any four walls that enclose the right person.
There are people whose watch stops at a certain hour and who remain permanently at that age.