When I can no longer bear to think of the victims of broken homes, I begin to think of the victims of intact ones.
The difficulty with marriage is that we fall in love with a personality, but must live with a character.
The universe is like a safe to which there is a combination. But the combination is locked up in the safe.
Who of us is mature enough for offspring before the offspring themselves arrive? The value of marriage is not that adults produce children but that children produce adults.
Confession is good for the soul only in the sense that a tweed coat is good for dandruff – it is a palliative rather than a remedy.
Let us hope, that a kind Providence will put a speedy end to the acts of God under which we have been laboring.
We must love one another, yes, yes, that’s all true enough, but nothing says we have to like each other.