Hail, wedded love, mysterious law, true source Of human offspring.

Nothing lovelier can be found In woman, than to study household good, And good works in her husband to promote.

Marriage is three parts love and seven parts forgiveness of sins.

A good husband be the best sort of plaster for to cure a young woman's ailments.

Wives rarely fuss about their beauty To guarantee their mate's affection.

Men are monopolists of "stars, garters, buttons and other shining baubles"- unfit to be the guardians of another person's happiness.

Marriage is an Athenic weaving together of families, of two souls with their individual fates and destinies, of time and eternity-everyday life married to the timeless mysteries of the soul.

Marriage isn't a tram. It doesn't have to get anywhere.

People who boast of happy marriages are, I submit, usually self-deceivers, if not actually liars.

A husband is a man who two minutes after his head touches the pillow is snoring like an overloaded omnibus.