Marriage is a series of desperate arguments people feel passionately about.

Sometimes I wonder if men and women really suit each other. Perhaps they should live next door and just visit now and then.

I don't believe in marriage. It's bloody impractical to love, honor, and obey.

Only the really plain people know about love-the very fascinating ones try so hard to create an impression that they soon exhaust their talents.

To be loved is very demoralizing

The noise is so loud that birds, waves, and people are silenced by the frantic roar of morons screaming and tearing back and forth, back and forth, devastating the peace of a quiet day at the beach and the joy of fellow boatmen on the water.