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My father was a soldier and my mother was a great mover. She once counted up how many places she had lived in during the first 25 years of her marriage and it came to 20.

I've exchanged messages and photos of an explicit nature with about six women over the last three years. For the most part these communications took place before my marriage though some have sadly took place after. To be clear I have never met any of these women or had physical relationships at any time.

I honestly believe you can never tell if a relationship is going to last. In my own marriage which is going on 14 years I don't think of it as 'I'm going to be with this person forever.' Instead I think of more like 'I'll probably be with this person for the next six weeks. Then I'll re-evaluate.'

I think the institute of marriage is a noble thing. The idea of a partner for life is incredibly romantic. But now we're living to 100. A hundred years ago people were dying at age 37. Til death do us part was a much different deal.

I went nearly 30 years without being able to really seriously entertain marriage or a family. In fact the word 'marriage' would actually give me a shake when it was brought up.

After 45 years of marriage when I have an argument with my wife if we don't agree we do what she wants. But when we agree we do what I want!

I know that the odds are against a marriage lasting 60 years.

My argument is simple which is that for several thousand years in Western civilization marriage has been the union of one man and one woman. Research is overwhelming that children need mothers and fathers.

My marriage had been impulsive. That marriage should have been short-lived instead of the 23 years it spanned.

I don't want marriage. You know why? Because I did that. I did it for 32 years.

My kids have moved more in their twenties you know than my parents have moved in nearly 40-something years of marriage before they died. So there's a part of me that laments what we have lost and that is a sense of community.

People try much less hard to make a marriage work than they used to fifty years ago. Divorce is easier.

The priesthood is a marriage. People often start by falling in love and they go on for years without realizing that love must change into some other love which is so unlike it that it can hardly be recognized as love at all.

Over the years the political establishment has frowned if a mainstream politician mentions marriage.

In a bad marriage friends are the invisible glue. If we have enough friends we may go on for years intending to leave talking about leaving - instead of actually getting up and leaving.

Men go into marriage with virtually no expectations whatsoever. Ten years later the men are delightfully surprised to find out that it's actually kind of nice and the women have sort of had to take a nose dive from what they thought it was going to be.

To me marriage is for five or ten years.

After about 20 years of marriage I'm finally starting to scratch the surface of what women want. And I think the answer lies somewhere between conversation and chocolate.

I didn't want to be one of those women who wake up at 63 years old and realize they've missed the window of opportunity for marriage and children.

After a few years of marriage a man can look right at a woman without seeing her and a woman can see right through a man without looking at him.

I do not deny that I planned sabotage. I did not plan it in a spirit of recklessness nor because I have any love of violence. I planned it as a result of a calm and sober assessment of the political situation that had arisen after many years of tyranny exploitation and oppression of my people by the whites.

A kiss makes the heart young again and wipes out the years.

A life lived with integrity - even if it lacks the trappings of fame and fortune is a shining star in whose light others may follow in the years to come.

I blame my mother for my poor sex life. All she told me was 'the man goes on top and the woman underneath.' For three years my husband and I slept in bunk beds.