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

I've been in love with the same woman for forty-one years. If my wife finds out, she'll kill me.

The secret of a happy marriage is finding the right person. You know they're right if you love to be with them all the time.

Marriage is a coming together for better or for worse, hopefully enduring, and intimate to the degree of being sacred.

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

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.

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

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.

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

Married people from my generation are like an endangered species!