Thus in the best fabric of duplicity, there is some weak point, if you can strike it, which will loosen all. - Robert Louis Stevenson

Once you are married, there is nothing left for you, not even suicide.

I will make you brooches and toys for your delight
Of bird-song at morning and star-shine at night.
I will make a palace fit for you and me
Of green days in forests and blue days at sea.

The best things are nearest: breath in your nostrils, light in your eyes, flowers at your feet, duties at your hand, the path of God just before you. Then do not grasp at the stars, but do life's plain common work as it comes certain that daily duties and daily bread are the sweetest things of life.