Marriage is a feast where the grace is sometimes better than the dinner.
Laughter is the sun which drives winter from the human face.
Marriage is not a simple love affair, it's an ordeal, and the ordeal is the sacrifice of ego to a relationship in which two have become one.
Laughter is a form of internal jogging. It moves your internal organs around. It enhances respiration. It is an igniter of great expectations.
One was never married, and that's his hell; another is, and that's his plague.
Laughter is the best medicine. But it's more than that. It's an entire regime of antibiotics and steroids. Laughter brings the swelling down on our national psyche, and then applies an antibiotic cream.
Marriage is not just spiritual communion and passionate embraces; marriage is also three-meals-a-day and remembering to carry out the trash.
Laughter is the tonic, the relief, the surcease for pain.
Research is what I'm doing when I don't know what I'm doing.
The difference between fiction and reality? Fiction has to make sense.
