Oh, the comfort - the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person - having neither to weigh thoughts nor to measure words, but pouring them all right out, just as they are, chaff and grain together.

Those whose own light is quenched are often the light-bringers.

according to the old joke, married people are often like little boys bathing, who cry with chattering teeth to the boys on the shore, 'Do come in, it's so warm' - it is not always warm.

Better no marriage, than a marriage short of the best.

O blest one hour like this! to rise And see grief's shadows backward roll; While bursts on unaccustomed eyes The glad Aurora of the soul.

Down in the deep, up in the sky , I see them always, far or nigh, And I shall see them till I die The old familiar faces.

Every man for himself, and the Devil take the hindmost.