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

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

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.

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

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.

So I think you have to marry for the right reasons, and marry the right person.

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

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.

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