Married love between man and woman is bigger than oaths guarded by right of nature.

When a match has equal partners then I fear not.

It had been from the first her great mistake-to meet him, to marry him, to love him as she so bitterly had. Looking at his face, it sometimes came to her that all women had been cursed from the cradle; all, in one fashion or another, being given the same cruel destiny, born to suffer the weight of men.

A long association-prolonged human contact, when a man and woman live together-this ends up producing a sort of rot, a poison.

Can two walk together, except they be agreed?

It is better to dwell in a corner of the housetop, than with a brawling woman in a wide house.

Whoso findeth a wife findeth a good thing.

That is partly why women marry-to keep up the fiction of being in the hub of things.

The bitterest creature under heaven is the wife who discovers that her husbands bravery is only bravado, that his strength is only a uniform, that his power is but a gun in the hands of a fool.

One was never married, and that's his hell; another is, and that's his plague.