A good marriage would be between a blind wife and a deaf husband.

So it is with minds. Unless you keep them busy with some definite subject that will bridle and control them, they throw themselves in disorder hither and yon in the vague field of imagination... And there is no mad or idle fancy that they do not bring forth in the agitation.

A man of understanding has lost nothing, if he has himself.

If there is such a thing as a good marriage, it is because it resembles friendship rather than love.

If you press me to say why I loved him, I can say no more than because he was he, and I was I.