The bonds of matrimony are like any other bonds - they mature slowly.

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

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

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

A lot of good love can happen in ten years.

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.

Chains do not hold a marriage together. It is threads, hundreds of tiny threads, which sew people together through the years.

Since I wrote to you last we have got our chapel beautifully lighted with gas and have had our anniversary.

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