The body is a house of many windows: there we all sit, showing ourselves and crying on the passers-by to come and love us.

It is not likely that posterity will fall in love with us, but not impossible that it may respect or sympathize so a man would rather leave behind him the portrait of his spirit than a portrait of his face.

Marriage is like life - it is a field of battle, not a bed of roses.

Marriage: A friendship recognized by the police.

You can forgive people who do not follow you through a philosophical disquisition but to find your wife laughing when you had tears in your eyes, or staring when you were in a fit of laughter, would go some way towards a dissolution of the marriage.