I spent some time with George Burns when he was in his 90s. As he lit a big cigar he told me that his doctor said he should stop smoking them, as they were bad for his health. He took a big puff and then said that he had burried three doctors.
--Commentator on NYT article on Pro-Veg Diet

I would far rather have been apprenticed as a bricklayer’s mate, or run errands 
as a messenger boy, or helped my father to dress the front windows of a grocer’s 
shop. It would have been real; it would have been natural; it would have taught 
me more; and I should have done it much better. Also I should have got to know 
my father, which would have been a joy to me… . Certainly the prolonged 
education indispensable to the progress of Society is not natural to mankind. It 
cuts against the grain. A boy would like to follow his father in pursuit of food or 
prey. He would like to be doing serviceable things so far as his utmost strength 
allowed. He would like to be earning wages however small to help to keep up the 
home. He would like to have some leisure of his own to use or misuse as he 
pleased… . And then perhaps in the evenings a real love of learning would come 
to those who were worthy—and why try to stuff it into those who are not?—and 
knowledge and thought would open the “magic casements” of the mind.
(Churchill, in West, 1991, p. 154) 

“ When I was single I would travel across the country by myself with the radio turned up enjoying the view and the sounds. I started to think there was more to life and I should share these sights and music with someone. So I got married and now when I travel I have my wife beside me. She reads a book or works on her crossword puzzles. (Does not like any of the scenery no matter where we go.) Oh. Also she doesn't want the radio on because the noise bothers her. I don't travel much anymore.”

— William
What Would Your Fantasy Road Trip Be Like?
-- From NYT
That about sums up marriage life, not my venue, not my road, not my take or place...Take me home Divine Mother...and tarry not to gather your flowers on this dwelling place called My Heart.

“If you come only to help me, you can go back home. But if you consider my struggle as part of your struggle for survival, then maybe we can work together.”
— An Aboriginal Woman