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.

Marriage is based on the theory that when a man discovers a particular brand of beer exactly to his taste he should at once throw up his job and go to work in the brewery.

If married couples did not live together, happy marriages would be more frequent.

Man is for woman a means: the end is always the child.

When marrying, one should ask oneself this question: Do you believe that you will be able to converse well with this woman into your old age?