In the course of a marriage, one accommodates the other.

He who is cruel to animals becomes hard also in his dealings with men. We can judge the heart of a man by his treatment of animals.

A man always remembers his first love with special tenderness, but after that he begins to bunch them.

We’re hardwired for connection. There’s no arguing with the bioscience. But we can want it so badly we’re trying to hot-wire it.

Few friendships would survive if each one knew what his friend says of him behind his back.

The relationship to one’s fellow man is the relationship of prayer, the relationship to oneself is the relationship of striving; it is from prayer that one draws the strength for one’s striving.

The best way to find out if you can trust somebody is to trust them.

Eros will have naked bodies; Friendship naked personalities.

Ever since I dated a woman, I know what it is to grab a curve on a woman’s body. Skinny’s not fine when the lights are low.

You may either win your peace or buy it: win it, by resistance to evil; buy it, by compromise with evil.

Only enemies speak the truth; friends and lovers lie endlessly, caught in the web of duty.

This is what is hardest: to close the open hand because one loves.

Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.

I’m drawn to bad romances.

I take my wife everywhere, but she keeps finding her way back.

I have often wanted to drown my troubles, but I can’t get my wife to go swimming.

Often we can help each other most by leaving each other alone; at other times we need the hand-grasp and the word of cheer.

Marriage is this grand madness, and I think if people knew that, they would perhaps take it more seriously.

Bachelors know more about women than married men; if they didn’t they’d be married too.

Where there’s marriage without love, there will be love without marriage.

When you are courting a nice girl an hour seems like a second. When you sit on a red-hot cinder a second seems like an hour. That’s relativity.

Love is the ability and willingness to allow those that you care for to be what they choose for themselves without any insistence that they satisfy you.

I give unto my wife my second best bed with the furniture.

Life’s too short to deal with other people’s insecurities.

Polygamy: An endeavour to get more out of life than there is in it.

It is very hard to not be able to engage with people in a real and honest way because they either want something from me, or they see me as something that I simply am not.

Greater love hath no man than to attend the Episcopal Church with his wife.

There is a sort of jealousy which needs very little fire; it is hardly a passion, but a blight bred in the cloudy, damp despondency of uneasy egoism.

When people are connected, we can just do some great things. They have the opportunity to get access to jobs, education, health, communications. We have the opportunity to bring the people we care about closer to us. It really makes a big difference.

There are no rules when it comes to love.

The rule of friendship means there should be mutual sympathy between them, each supplying what the other lacks and trying to benefit the other, always using friendly and sincere words.

The greatest gift that you can give to others is the gift of unconditional love and acceptance.

Then, when I’m in these relationships with people who are also creative, or creative in their own way, what happens is the attraction is initially there and it’s all unicorns and rainbows. And then they hate me.

Love is the wisdom of the fool and the folly of the wise.

Speak low, if you speak love.

A happy family is but an earlier heaven.

One of the things I’ve told men over and over and over and over is if you’re being rejected by all the women that you approach, it’s not the women!

When we are in love we seem to ourselves quite different from what we were before.

The question of sexual dominance can exist only in the nightmare of that soul which has armed itself, totally, against the possibility of the changing motion of conquest and surrender, which is love.

There is no subject on which more dangerous nonsense is talked and thought than marriage.

I wasn’t going to shy away from getting married when I did and having a baby young and starting a family, even with the job that I chose.

My wife and I tried two or three times in the last 40 years to have breakfast together, but it was so disagreeable we had to stop.

There is just no comparison between having a dinner date with a man and staying home playing canasta with the girls.

If misery loves company, misery has company enough.

Love is a gross exaggeration of the difference between one person and everybody else.

We never love a person, but only qualities.

I am at peace with God. My conflict is with Man.

It is plain indeed that in spite of later estrangement Hobbits are relatives of ours: far nearer to us than Elves, or even than Dwarves. Of old they spoke the languages of Men, after their own fashion, and liked and disliked much the same things as Men did. But what exactly our relationship is can no longer be discovered.

Some people ask the secret of our long marriage. We take time to go to a restaurant two times a week. A little candlelight, dinner, soft music and dancing. She goes Tuesdays, I go Fridays.

There are certain pursuits which, if not wholly poetic and true, do at least suggest a nobler and finer relation to nature than we know. The keeping of bees, for instance.

I searched for years I found no love. I’m sure that love will never be a product of plasticity.

Couples are wholes and not wholes, what agrees disagrees, the concordant is discordant. From all things one and from one all things.

Almost all of our sorrows spring out of our relations with other people.

As to marriage or celibacy, let a man take which course he will, he will be sure to repent.

There is danger that we lose sight of what our friend is absolutely, while considering what she is to us alone.

If a man’s character is to be abused there’s nobody like a relative to do the business.

I don’t hate women – they just sometimes make me mad.

It is a common enough case, that of a man being suddenly captivated by a woman nearly the opposite of his ideal.

The only really happy folk are married women and single men.

Woman begins by resisting a man’s advances and ends by blocking his retreat.

Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice.