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Love is a strange master, and human nature is still stranger.

Love from one being to another can only be that two solitudes come nearer, recognize and protect and comfort each other.

Whether rich or poor, a home is not a home unless the roots of love are ever striking deeper through the crust of the earthly and the conventional, into the very realities of being, not consciously always; seldom, perhaps; the simplicity of loving grows by living simply near nature and God.

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.

Love is a peculiar thing.

My beloved Elisa, my companion and wife, whom I love and revere, is one of the most noble of our Heavenly Father's handmaidens.

Love is the river of life in the world.

Love is the eternal quest: almost everyone wants to love and be loved.

I am rich beyond the dreams of avarice.