In olden times sacrifices were made at the altar - a practice which is still continued.

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

A man seldom thinks of marrying when he meets his ideal woman; he waits until he gets the marrying fever and then idealizes the first woman he happens to meet.

No girl who is going to marry need bother to win a college degree; she just naturally becomes a "Master of Arts" and a "Doctor of Philosophy" after catering to an ordinary man for a few years.

Falling in love consists merely in uncorking the imagination and bottling the common sense.

Marriage is like twirling a baton, turning hand springs or eating with chopsticks. It looks easy until you try it.

There's so much saint in the worst of them, and so much devil in the best of them, that a woman who's married to one of them, has nothing to learn of the rest of them.