Pity all newlyweds. She cooks something nice for him, and he brings her flowers, and they kiss and think: How easy marriage is.

In the arithmetic of love, one plus one equals everything, and two minus one equals nothing.

A love that lasts for twenty years may be better than love, but it isn't love.

Affairs are just as disillusioning as marriage, and much less restful.

What's for dinner is the only question many husbands ask their wives, and the only one to which they care about the answer.