The way to love anything is to realize that it may be lost.

It is possible to give without loving, but it is impossible to love without giving.

I love you, not for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you.

When I despair, I remember that all through history the way of truth and love have always won. There have been tyrants and murderers, and for a time, they can seem invincible, but in the end, they always fall. Think of it--always.

Tis not where we lie, but whence we fell; the loss of heaven's the greatest pain in hell.

It's the great mystery of human life that old grief passes gradually into quiet tender joy.