Sunday is mostly [a day] of marriage and celebration. Every Sunday there is a wedding. Friends come, the parents come, everybody eats together. It's a big party.

Love. Justice. Peace. Getting along.

Old Hob was lately married in the Night, What needed Day, his fair young Wife is light.

Your wedding completely changes the direction of your life, you know, no matter how greatly you desire it. I think that moment of doubt and faintness comes from all those imagined and now impossible futures all pressing in on you at once. It is your last chance to experience them, you see, and they all want to be lived at that moment.

I bought my best hat for my wedding. It was a real good hat -- it outlasted my marriage.

The sum which two married people owe to one another defies calculation. It is an infinite debt, which can only be discharged through all eternity.