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

All marriages are happy. It's the living together afterward that causes all the trouble.

In marriage there are no manners to keep up and beneath the wildest accusations no real criticism. Each is familiar with that ancient child in the other who may erupt again. We are not ridiculous to ourselves. We are ageless. That is the luxury of the wedding ring.

A happy marriage is a long conversation which always seems too short.

Marriage is a bribe to make the housekeeper think she's a householder.

Marriage is like a cage one sees the birds outside desperate to get in and those inside equally desperate to get out.

Men who have a pierced ear are better prepared for marriage - they've experienced pain and bought jewelry.

There were three of us in this marriage so it was a bit crowded.

Marriage is a series of desperate arguments people feel passionately about.

Marriage is an adventure like going to war.