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.

But I had been in love pretty often and I didn't think it stood the wear and tear.

Why do birds sing in the morning? It's the triumphant shout: 'We got through another night!'

One never knows when one is old for certain.

Isn't the fear of pain next brother to pain itself?

Judges don't age. Time decorates them.

Marriage. The beginning and the end are wonderful. But the middle part is hell.