There is nothing holier in this life of ours than the first consciousness of love, the first fluttering of its silken wings.

Talk not of wasted affection; affection never was wasted. -Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.

When one is truly in love, one not only says it, but shows it.

Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul. Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem.

The dawn is not distant, nor is the night starless; love is eternal.

Our hearts, our hopes, are all with thee, Our hearts, our hopes, our prayers, our tears, Our faith triumphant o'er our fears, Are all with thee,--are all with thee!