[matrimony] Is The Grave Of Love.

Hatred, In The Course Of Time, Kills The Unhappy Wretch Who Delights In Nursing It In His Bosom.

Marriage Is The Tomb Of Love.

After All, A Beautiful Woman Without A Mind Of Her Own Leaves Her Lover With No Resource After He Had Physically Enjoyed Her Charms.

I Am Writing My Life To Laugh At Myself, And I Am Succeeding.

The Same Principle That Forbids Me To Lie Does Not Allow Me To Tell The Truth.