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Two such as you with such a master speed cannot be parted, nor be swept away from one another once you are agreed that life is only life forevermore together, wing to wing and oar to oar.
When you're a married man, Samivel, you'll understand a good many things as you don't understand now; but whether it's worth while, going through so much, to learn so little, as the charity-boy said when he got to the end of the alphabet, it’s a matter of taste.
I'd marry again if I found a man who had million and would sign over half of it to me before the marriage and guarantee he'd be dead within a year.
There is a time for all things -- except marriage, my dear.
The pretentiously named ensuite bathroom is a major factor in divorce. Privacy is paramount in marriage.
The mere idea of marriage, as a strong possibility, if not always nowadays a reasonable likelihood, existing to weaken the will by distracting its straight aim in the life of practically every young girl, is the simple secret of their confessed inferiority in men's pursuits and professions today.
The curse which lies upon marriage is that too often the individuals are joined in their weakness rather than in their strength -- each asking from the other instead of finding pleasure in giving. It is even more deceptive to dream of gaining through the child a plenitude, a warmth, a value, which one is unable to create for oneself; the child brings joy only to the woman who is capable of disinterestedly desiring the happiness of another, to one who without being wrapped up in self seeks to transcend her own existence.
By all means marry. If you get a good wife, you will become happy; and if you get a bad one, you will become a philosopher.
Chains do not hold a marriage together. It is threads, hundreds of tiny threads sewing people together through the years. That is what makes a marriage last -- more than passion, or even sex!
A little weeping, a little wheedling, a little self-degradation, a little careful use of our advantages, and then some man will say ".Come, be my wife!" With good looks and youth marriage is easy to attain. There are men enough; but a woman who has sold herself, even for a ring and a new name, need hold her skirt aside for no creature in the street. They both earn their bread in one way. Marriage for love is the most beautiful external symbol of the union of souls; marriage without it is the least clean traffic that defiles the world.
Nature admits of no permanence in the relation between man and woman. It is only man's egoism that wants to keep woman like some buried treasure. All endeavors to introduce permanence in love, the most changeable thing in this changeable human existence, have become shipwrecked in spite of religious ceremonies, vows, and legalities.