Marriage, as practised by high society, is arranged indecency.
The contact of two epidermises.
The only thing that stops God from sending another flood is that the first one was useless.
Were a man to consult only his reason, who would marry? For myself, I wouldn't marry, for fear of having a son who resembled me.
It is inconceivable how much wit it requires to avoid being ridiculous.
To possess a good cognomen is a long way on the road of success in life.