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.

The honeymoon is not actually over until we cease to stifle our sighs and begin to stifle our yawns.

Verily, the best of husbands hath many raw edges, and many unnecessary pleats in his temper, and many wrinkles in his disposition, which must be removed.

A man may talk inspiringly to a woman about love in the abstract--but the look in his eyes is always perfectly concrete.

One man's folly is another man's wife.

It is as hard to get a man to stay at home after you've married him as it was to get him to go home before you married him.

It's easier to hide your light under a bushel than to keep your shady side dark.