I'd almost say it's the worries that make married folks sacred to each other.

Make ones center of life inside ones self, not selfishly or excludingly, but with a kind of unassailable serenity.

It's you who are telling me; opening my eyes to things I'd looked at so long that I'd ceased to see them.

Blessed are the pure in heart for they have so many more things to talk about.

How I hate everything!

...every literature, in its main lines, reflects the chief characteristics of the people for whom, and about whom, it is written.

I can't love you unless I give you up.