Marriage was all a woman's idea and for man's acceptance of the pretty yoke it becomes us to be grateful.

After marriage a woman's sight becomes so keen that she can see right through her husband without looking at him and a man's so dull that he can look right through his wife without seeing her.

In almost every marriage there is a selfish and an unselfish partner. A pattern is set up and soon becomes inflexible of one person always making the demands and one person always giving way.

In marriage a man becomes slack and selfish and undergoes a fatty degeneration of his moral being.

To fall in love is easy even to remain in it is not difficult our human loneliness is cause enough. But it is a hard quest worth making to find a comrade through whose steady presence one becomes steadily the person one desires to be.

Whoever loves becomes humble. Those who love have so to speak pawned a part of their narcissism.

When you love a man he becomes more than a body. His physical limbs expand and his outline recedes vanishes. He is rich and sweet and right. He is part of the world the atmosphere the blue sky and the blue water.

What we have once enjoyed we can never lose. All that we love deeply becomes a part of us.

At the touch of love everyone becomes a poet.

As we advance in life it becomes more and more difficult but in fighting the difficulties the inmost strength of the heart is developed.