We turned on one another deep, drowned gazes, and exchanged a kiss that reduced my bones to rubber and my brain to gruel.

... it is a fact universally acknowledged that a husband is the most ridiculous thing on earth, except for a bachelor.

I made a tentative conclusion. It seemed from all of this that uppermost among human joys is the negative one of restoration: not going to the stars, but learning that one may stay where one is.

There are times when breakfast seems the one thing worth getting up for.

How do you expect mankind to be happy in pairs when it is miserable separately?

The bonds of matrimony are like any other bonds - they mature slowly.

Words fashioned with somewhat over precise diction are like shapes turned out by a cookie cutter.