Shouting is obvious; not talking to each other slips by.

We are, all of us, utterly committed and deeply devoted to our "style", our "way", our "approach to life." We have absolutely no intention of giving it up. Not even for love. So God creates an environment where we have to. It's called marriage.

Someone once said that marriage is like standing in a corridor lined with doors. You go off through your door, he goes through his, but at the end of the day you have to come back to the corridor, touch base, hold hands, because through every door are more doors, and beyond them, more again, and if you both go through too many without coming back to the corridor, you may never find your way back.

Grow up, Bailey."

"That is precisely what I'm doing," Bailey says. "I don't care if you don't understand that. Staying here won't make me happy. It will make you happy because you're insipid and boring, and an insipid, boring life is enough for you. It's not enough for me. It will never be enough for me. So I'm leaving. Do me a favor and marry someone who will take decent care of the sheep.

You know that you love someone when they are on your mind from the time you awake until the time you fall asleep. That you loved them yesterday as much as you do today and more tomorrow.

Marriage union goes beyond the actual ceremony. It goes beyond intimacy and remains a solid foundation for happiness; if only partners remain optimally loyal to the mission.