I never knew how to worship until I knew how to love.

Young love is a flame very pretty, often very hot and fierce, but still only light and flickering. The love of the older and disciplined heart is as coals, deep-burning, unquenchable.

Love cannot endure indifference. It needs to be wanted. Like a lamp, it needs to be fed out of the oil of another's heart, or its flame burns low.

It is one of the severest tests of friendship to tell your friend his faults. So to love a man that you cannot bear to see a stain upon him, and to speak painful truth through loving words, that is friendship.

Love is the river of life in the world.

Well married a person has wings, poorly married shackles.

Tears are often the telescope by which men see far into heaven.

All men are tempted. There is no man that lives that can't be broken down, provided it is the right temptation, put in the right spot.

God appoints our graces to be nurses to other men's weaknesses.

When a nation's young men are conservative, its funeral bell is already rung.