Love is the weapon which Omnipotence reserved to conquer rebel man when all the rest had failed. Reason he parries; fear he answers blow for blow; future interest he meets with present pleasure; but love, that sun against whose melting beams the winter cannot stand--that soft subliming slumber which wrestles down the giant, there is not one human being in a million, nor a thousand men in all earth's huge quintillion, whose clay heart is hardened against love.
Martin Farquhar TupperA man looketh on his little one as a being of better hope; in himself ambition is dead, but it bath a resurrection in his son.
Martin Farquhar Tupper