The marriage of convenience has this to recommend it: we are better judges of convenience than we are of love.

A husband only worries about a particular Other Man; a wife distrusts her whole species.

Many things can make you miserable for weeks; few can bring you a whole day of happiness.

As we are human, we can't do what we can't do; as we're neurotic, we can't do what we can.

We semaphore from ship to ship, but they're sinking, too.

Some marriages break up, and some do not, and in our world you can usually explain the former better than the latter.

Most of us can easily do two things at once; what's all but impossible is to do one thing at once.