Vows made in storms are forgotten in calm.

Vows made in storms are forgotten in calms.

When I was a young man I vowed never to marry until I found the ideal woman. Well, I found her -- but alas, she was waiting for the ideal man.

Personally, I hold that a man, who deliberately and intelligently takes a pledge and then breaks it, forfeits his manhood.

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The vow that binds too strictly snaps, itself