More men die of jealousy than of cancer....

He may be president, but he still comes home and swipes my socks.

I've had a tough time learning how to act like a congressman. Today I accidentally spent some of my own money.

I feel like a lot of the female relationships I see on TV or in movies are in some way free of the kind of jealousy and anxiety and posturing that has been such a huge part of my female friendships, which I hope lessens a little bit with age.

Jealousy is no more than feeling alone against smiling enemies.

It's amazing the clarity that comes with psychotic jealousy.

Anger and jealousy can no more bear to lose sight of their objects than love.

As I grow older, I pay less attention to what men say. I just watch what they do.

Men of age object too much, consult too long, adventure too little, repent too soon, and seldom drive business home to the full period, but content themselves with a mediocrity of success.

Men are like wine - some turn to vinegar, but the best improve with age.

I suppose when they reach a certain age some men are afraid to grow up. It seems the older the men get, the younger their new wives get.