Married people from my generation are like an endangered species!

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

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

A wedding anniversary is the celebration of love, trust, partnership, tolerance and tenacity. The order varies for any given year.

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.

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.

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

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

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

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