For what is wedlock forced but a hell, An age of discord and continual strife? Whereas the contrary bringeth bliss, And is a pattern of celestial peace.
The problem with marriage is that it ends every night after making love, and it must be rebuilt every morning before breakfast.[El problema del matrimonio es que se acaba todas las noches después de hacer el amor, y hay que volver a reconstruirlo todas las mañanas antes del desayuno.]
The confusion of marriage with morality has done more to destroy the conscience of the human race than any other single error.
Matrimony, Agnes, is no joke. The position of a wife calls for strict duties.[Le mariage, Agnès, n’est pas un badinage: A d’austères devoirs le rang de femme engage.]
Many short follies – that is called love by you. And your marriage putteth an end to many short follies, with one long stupidity.
Always remember that the most important thing in a good marriage is not happiness, but stability.[Recuerda siempre que lo más importante de un buen matrimonio no es la felicidad sino la estabilidad.]
Women who don’t marry wither up — they wither up like aspidistras in back-parlour windows; and the devilish thing is that they don’t even know that they’re withering.
When two people are under the influence of the most violent, most insane, most delusive, and most transient of passions, they are required to swear that they will remain in that excited, abnormal, and exhausting condition continuously until death do them part.
What made marriage so difficult back then was yet again that instigator of so many other sorts of heartbreak: the oversize brain.