Marriage must incessantly contend with a monster that devours everything: familiarity.

It destroys one's nerves to be amiable every day to the same human being.

A husband is what is left of a lover, after the nerve has been extracted.

Marriage is nature's way of keeping us from fighting with strangers.

Marriage may be the closest thing to Heaven or Hell any of us will know on this earth.

Any intelligent woman who reads the marriage contract, and then goes into it, deserves all the consequences.

Marriage should be a duet - when one sings, the other claps.

It takes patience to appreciate domestic bliss volatile spirits prefer unhappiness.

Marriage is a wonderful invention: then again, so is a bicycle repair kit.

Happiness in marriage is entirely a matter of chance.