“What we love about love is the fever, which marriage puts to bed and cures.”

“Love is an obsessive delusion that is cured by marriage.”

“After the chills and fever of love, how nice is the 98.6 degrees of marriage!”

“We burned with love for ourselves, all of us, starters of the fire we suffered- our love was the affliction for which only our love was the cure.”

“Love — but not marriage. Marriage means a four-post bed and papa and mamma between eleven and twelve. Love is aspiration: transparencies, colour, light, a sense of the unreal. But a wife — you know all about her — who her father was, who her mother was, what she thinks of you and her opinion of the neighbours over the way. Where, then, is the dream?”

“I know what is love. Love is man and woman in bed.”

“Love is the primary cure of all the diseases. But no one knows the cure of love.”

“Where there is marriage without love, there will be love without marriage.”

“Two men as two women and as a man and a woman can have a loving relationship and make a commitment. And that's what marriage is about.”

“[…] it seems like people make the mistake of thinking love is about the bedroom. It's not. It's about the emergency room. Love and marriage is who will sit there and wait.”