Marriage is like pancakes. The lumps bake out and trying to get a perfect blend spoils the batter.
My grandfather, Henry Moore, underlined this passage in a biography of Scottish preachers:
'Merridge is man's inclination and God's will, an' it's no' often thae twa things chime thegither'
and then wrote in the margin: "But it did so happen, I know. Ina and I".