THERE is a comfort in the strength of love;
’Twill make a thing endurable, which else
Would overset the brain, or break the heart.
O IT is great, and there is no other greatness! to make some nook of God’s creation a little fruitfuller, better, more worthy of God.
LOVE at its highest point—Love sublime, unique, invincible . . . speaks to us directly of the Infinite and of Eternity. It is eminently religious: it may even become religion. When all around a man is wavering and changing—when everything is growing dark and featureless to him in the far distance of an unknown future—when the world seems but a fiction . . , and all realities are penetrated with doubt—what is the fixed point which may still be his? The faithful heart of a woman!—There he may rest his head; there he will find strength to live, strength to believe, and if need be, strength to die, with a benediction on his lips.
Henri F. Amiel
TO love is the great amulet which makes the world a garden.
Robert Louis Stevenson