More permanent and genuine happiness is to be found in the sequestered walks of connubial life than in the giddy rounds of promiscuous pleasure.

If I am asked what I think about family life after 25 years of marriage, I can answer with equal simplicity and conviction, I am for it.

Both marriage and death ought to be welcome: the one promises happiness, doubtless the other assures it.

Regarding marriage, it - somehow, it didn't happen. One fellow in such a big family not getting married is not an issue.

Marriage is an alliance entered into by a man who can't sleep with the window shut, and a woman who can't sleep with the window open.

A man doesn't know what happiness is until he's married. By then it's too late.