There are two classes of human beings in this world: one class seem made to give love, and the other to take it.
Harriet Beecher StoweOnce, in an age, God sends to some of us a friend who loves in us, not a false imagining, an unreal character, but, looking through all the rubbish of our imperfections, loves in us the divine ideal of our nature, — loves, not the man that we are, but the angel that we may be.
Harriet Beecher Stowe