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Wasn’t marriage, like life, unstimulating and unprofitable and somewhat empty when too well-ordered and protected and guarded. Wasn’t it finer, more splendid, more nourishing when it was, like life itself, a mixture of the sordid and the magnificent; of mud and stars; of earth and flowers; of love and hate and laughter and tears and ugliness and beauty and hurt.
-- Edna Ferber
Marriage is the graveyard of physical love, and this is a great blessing. It frees one from the obsession of carnal illusions and redeems one's freedom of mind. The generative stimulus is a powerful but dangerous impulsion; it is like a cloud charged with electricity, a storm that has the power of fecundation. But above the cloud there is the blue sky, open space, the ether; above desire is thought; above the illusions there is truth; above passion and its storms is spiritual serenity.
-- Henri-Frederick Amiel
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