I am not one of those who anatomise their own married happiness for the edification of the whole public, and make fame, if not money, out of their own wives' hearts." "How I should hate you, if you did! Not that I believe their fine stories about themselves.

At least, I am certain it's only half the story.

They have their quarrels, my dear, just as you and I have but they take care not to put them into poetry." "Well, but who could?
Whether they have a right or not to publish the poetical side of their married life, it is too much to ask them to give you the unpoetical also." "Then they are all humbugs, and I believe, if they really love their wives so very much, they would not be at all that pains to persuade the world of it." "You are very satirical and spiteful, ma'am." "I always am when I am pleased.

If I am particularly happy, I always long to pinch somebody.

I suppose it's Irish-- "'Comes out, meets a friend, and for love knocks him down.'" "But you know, you rogue, that you care to read no poetry but love poetry." "Of course not every woman does, but let me find you publishing any such about me, and see what I will do to you! There, now I must go to my work, and you go and write something extra superfinely grand, because I have been so good to you.No.Let me go; what a bother you are.