Love is the river of life in this world. Think not that ye know it who stand at the little tinkling rillthe first small fountain. Not until you have gone through the rocky gorges, and not lost the stream; not until you have gone through the meadow, and the stream has widened and deepened until fleets could ride on its bosom; not until beyond the meadow you have come to the unfathomable ocean, and poured your treasures into its depthsnot until then can you know what love is. Henry Ward Beecher.Sermons, Plymouth Pulpit, Second Series: The Right and the Wrong Way of Giving Pleasure.
If a man really loves a woman, of course he wouldnt marry her for the world, if he were not quite sure that he was the best person she could by an possibility marry. Holmes.The Autocrat of the Breakfast Table, Chap. X.