Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments; love is not loveWhich alters when it alteration findsOr bends with the remover to removeOh no it is an ever fixed markThat looks on tempests and is never shakenIt is the star to every wandering barkWhose worth39;s unknownAll happy families are alike, every unhappy family is unhappy in its own particular way.In fact it39;s the other way around.Happiness is a specific. Misery is a generalisation.People usually know exactly why they are happy. They very rarely know why they are miserable39;I love you39; why is it that the most unoriginal thing we can say to one another is still the thing we long to hear?I used to think of marriage as a plate glass window just begging for a brick. The self-exihibition, the self-satisfaction, smar...