My beloved Elisa, my companion and wife, whom I love and revere, is one of the most noble of our Heavenly Father's handmaidens.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I remember the first time I met my wife, Elisa. As a favor to a friend, I had gone to her home to pick up her sister, Frances. Elisa opened the door, and at least for me, it was love at first sight.
My wife has been my greatest earthly inspiration. She excels in eloquence, the poetry of words, empathy and graciousness.
Beauty, the eternal Spouse of the Wisdom of God and Angel of his Presence thru' all creation.
You, Eternal Trinity, are my Creator, and I am the work of Your hands, and I know through the new creation which You have given me in the blood of Your Son, that You are enamored of the beauty of Your workmanship.
Art! Who comprehends her? With whom can one consult concerning this great goddess?
The Moon! Artemis! the great goddess of the splendid past of men! Are you going to tell me she is a dead lump?
In all of my possessions, in all moments, whether hard or happy, I was accompanied by my dear wife, Lilly, who supported me wholeheartedly.
For Mythology is the handmaid of literature; and literature is one of the best allies of virtue and promoters of happiness.
We are all the heroes and heroines of our own lives. Our love stories are amazingly romantic; our losses and betrayals and disappointments are gigantic in our own minds.
Love is always a stranger in the house of avarice.