Marriage and hanging go by destiny; matches are made in heaven.

Cursed be the man, the poorest wretch in life, The crouching vassal, to the tyrant wife, Who has no will but by her high permission; Who has not sixpence but in her possession; Who must to her his dear friend's secret tell; Who dreads a curtain lecture worse than hell. Were such the wife had fallen to my part, I'd break her spirit or I'd break her heart.

He that said it was not good for man to be alone, placed the celibate amongst the inferior states of perfection.

If we take matrimony at it's lowest, we regard it as a sort of friendship recognised by the police.

A woman needs a stronger head than her own for counsel--she should marry. [Sp., Una muger no tiene. Valor para el consejo, y la conviene Casarse.]

Patrimony is the collection of possessions; matrimony is the collection of losses!!!