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Marriage Resembles A Pair Of Shears, So Joined That They Cannot Be Separated; Often Moving In Opposite Directions, Yet Always Punishing Anyone Who Comes Between Them.

His Enemies Might Have Said Before That He Talked Rather Too Much; But Now He Has Occasional Flashes Of Silence, That Make His Conversation Perfectly Delightful.

Never Give Way To Melancholy; Resist It Steadily, For The Habit Will Encroach.

How Can A Bishop Marry? How Can He Flirt? The Most He Can Say Is "i Will See You In The Vestry After Service."

Madam, I Have Been Looking For A Person Who Disliked Gravy All My Life; Let Us Swear Eternal Friendship.