One can, with dignity, be wife and widow but once.—Joubert.
Few natures can preserve through years the poetry of the first passionate illusion. That can alone render wedlock the seal that confirms affection, and not the mocking ceremonial that consecrates its grave.—Bulwer-Lytton.
It's hard to wive and thrive both in a year.—Tennyson.
Maids want nothing but husbands, and when they have them, they want everything.—Shakespeare.
Wedlock's like wine, not properly judged of till the second glass.—Douglas Jerrold.
A good wife is like the ivy which beautifies the building to which it clings, twining its tendrils more lovingly as time converts the ancient edifice into a ruin.—Johnson.
He that marries is like the Doge who was wedded to the Adriatic. He knows not what there is in that which he marries: mayhap treasures and pearls, mayhap monsters and tempests, await him.—Heinrich Heine.
A husband is a plaster that cures all the ills of girlhood.—Molière.
There is more of good nature than of good sense at the bottom of most marriages.—Thoreau.
The love of some men for their wives is like that of Alfieri for his horse. "My attachment for him," said he, "went so far as to destroy my peace every time that he had the least ailment; but my love for him did not prevent me from fretting and chafing him whenever he did not wish to go my way."—Bovée.