What's success to bourgeois people anyway? Success to them is an endless succession of marriage and the monotony of suburban cars. That's what they think success is. I didn't want to please my parents anyway.
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What's success to bourgeois people anyway? Success to them is an endless succession of marriage and the monotony of suburban cars. That's what they think success is. I didn't want to please my parents anyway.
A man would prefer to come home to an unmade bed and a happy woman than to a neatly made bed and an angry woman.
I would recommend to her and Mr. D. the simple regimen of separate rooms.
The spectacle of modern investment markets has sometimes moved me towards the conclusion that to make the purchase of an investment permanent and indissoluble, like marriage, except by reason of death or other grave cause, might be a useful remedy for our contemporary evils. For this would force the investor to direct his mind to the long-term prospects and to those only.
All my lovers asked me why they couldn't replace Mary, but it's simply impossible. The only friend I've got is Mary and I don't want anybody else. To me, she was my common-law wife. To me, it was a marriage. We believe in each other, that's enough for me.
The comfortable estate of widowhood is the only hope that keeps up a wife's spirits.
After all, a man marries to have a home, but also because he doesn't want to be bothered with sex and all that sort of thing.
Happiness in marriage is entirely a matter of chance.
From now on, the rainbow will shine all over America! President Obama, you rock!
There are pretenses which are very sincere, and marriage is their school.