CHASUBLE: Your brother was, I believe, unmarried, was he not?JACK: Oh yes.MISS PRISM: [Bitterly.] People who live entirely for pleasure usually are.

Mary Farquhar, who always flirts with her own husband across the dinner-table. That is not very pleasant. Indeed, it is not even decent . . . and that sort of thing is enormously on the increase. The amount of women in London who flirt with their own husbands is perfectly scandalous. It looks so bad. It is simply washing one's clean linen in public...

You don't seem to realise, that in married life three is company and two is none.

And when wind and winter hardenAll the loveless land,It will whisper of the garden,You will understand.

No married man is ever attractive except to his wife.

Of course, married life is merely a habit, a bad habit. But then one regrets the loss even of one's worst habits. Perhaps one regrets them the most. They are such an essential part of one's personality.

Besides, every experience is of value, and whatever one may say against marriage, it is certainly an experience.

Married men are horribly tedious when they are good husbands, and abominably conceited when they are not.

Twenty years of romance makes a woman look like a ruin; but twenty years of marriage makes her something like a public building.