In Youth We Are Plagued By Desire;

All Women Are Basically In Competition With Each Other For A Handful Of Eligible Men.

We Welcome Passion, For The Mind Is Briefly Let Off Duty.

A Perfect Marriage Is One In Which "i'm Sorry" Is Said Just Often Enough.

Confession Is Good For The Conscience, But It Usually Bypasses The Soul.

Pity All Newlyweds. She Cooks Something Nice For Him, And He Brings Her Flowers, And They Kiss And Think: How Easy Marriage Is.