You marry somebody you love everything about them. You grow to learn about them. You never learn everything.

There is no more lovely, friendly and charming relationship, communion or company than a good marriage.

More marriages might survive if the partners realized that sometimes the better comes after the worse.

Love grows more tremendously full, swift, poignant, as the years multiply.

Why does a woman work ten years to change a man's habits and then complain that he's not the man she married?

Marriage is an alliance entered into by a man who can't sleep with the window shut, and a woman who can't sleep with the window open.

Married people from my generation are like an endangered species!

The concept of two people living together for 25 years without a serious dispute suggests a lack of spirit only to be admired in sheep.

Love is not weakness. It is strong. Only the sacrament of marriage can contain it.

We are not the same persons this year as last nor are those we love. It is a happy chance if we, changing, continue to love a changed person.