“I never trust a fighting man who doesn’t smoke or drink.” – Admiral William F. Halsey
Being married to a saint would be awfully hard; one could never quite measure up, and one’s saintly mate would be continually reaching down.
Uncomfortable for everyone.
Far better to admit our need for chocolate, or a secret fascination with professional wrestling. Far better to have a small vice that defines our humanity, and takes away the potential pedestal.
Because on the sainted pedestal…there’s only room for one.