The family is the school of duties... founded on love.
No woman marries for money; they are all clever enough, before marrying a millionaire, to fall in love with him first.
If ever two were one, then surely we. If ever man were loved by wife, then thee.
Families are about love overcoming emotional torture.
There are three things men can do with women: love them, suffer for them, or turn them into literature.
A man is already halfway in love with any woman who listens to him.
Most married couples, even though they love each other very much in theory, tend to view each other in practice as large teeming flaw colonies, the result being that they get on each other's nerves and regularly erupt into vicious emotional shouting matches over such issues as toaster settings.
A husband is what's left of the lover after the nerve has been extracted.
When all thy mercies, O my God, My rising soul surveys, Transported with the view I'm lost, In wonder, love and praise.
Mercy stood in the cloud, with eye that wept Essential love.
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, Th' oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely The pangs of despised love, the law's delay, The insolence of office, and the spurns That patient merit of th' unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin?
The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve. Lovers, to bed; 'tis almost fairy time.
Finally, by ye all of one mind, having compassion one of another, love as brethren, be pitiful, be courteous: Not rendering evil for evil, or railing for railing: but contrariwise blessing; knowing that ye are thereunto called, that ye should inherit a blessing.
I love my neighbor as myself, Myself like him too, by his leave, Nor to his pleasure, power or pelf Came I to crouch, as I conceive. Dame Nature doubtless has designed A man the monarch of his mind.
I love such mirth as does not make friends ashamed to look upon one another next morning.
One of the blessings of age is to learn not to part on a note of sharpness, to treasure the moments spent with those we love, and to make them whenever possible good to remember, for time is short.
There is no sincerer love than the love of food.
I think that I shall never see A billboard lovely as a tree. Indeed, unless the billboards fall, I'll never see a tree at all.
We always love those who admire us, but we do not always love those whom we admire.
Love is a hole in the heart.
All men love peace in their armchairs after dinner; but they disbelieve the other nations's professions, rightly measuring its sincerity by their own. - Oscar Firkins: Memoirs and Letters.
Friends will keep you sane, Love could fill your heart, A lover can warm your bed, But lonely is the soul without a mate.
There are only two kinds of scholars; those who love ideas and those who hate them.
Great talents are the most lovely and often the most dangerous fruits on the tree of humanity. They hang upon the most slender twigs that are easily snapped off. - Psychological Reflections.
Us sing and dance, make faces and give flower bouquets, trying to be loved. You ever notice that trees do everything to git attention we do, except walk? - The Color Purple, 1982.