Let us now set forth one of the fundamental truths about marriage: the wife is in charge.
I know I am but summer to your heart, and not the full four seasons of the year.
To be fully seen by somebody, then, and be loved anyhow - this is a human offering that can border on miraculous.
Love, n. A temporary insanity curable by marriage.
I don't even remember the season. I just remember walking between them and feeling for the first time that I belonged somewhere.
Bachelors have consciences, married men have wives.
Second marriage: the triumph of hope over experience.
The will of man is his happiness.
What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness.
More compassionate mind, more sense of concern for other's well-being, is source of happiness.
