Oh! how many torments lie in the small circle of a wedding-ring!

Marriage is a feast where the grace is sometimes better than the dinner.

Most of the beauty of women evaporates when they achieve domestic happiness at the price of their independence.

The dread of loneliness is greater than the fear of bondage, so we get married.

I suppose I shall marry eventually One does that, one drifts into stability

Every woman should marry-and no man.

As Thoreau nearly said: "Most wives lead lives of quiet disapprobation."

Having once embarked on your marital voyage, it is impossible not to be aware that you make no way and that the sea is not within sight-that, in fact, you are exploring an enclosed basin.

Marriage is the perfection which love aimed at, ignorant of what it sought.

A rare spoil for a man Is the winning of a good wife; very Plentiful are the worthless women.