We long for an affection altogether ignorant of our faults. Heaven has accorded this to us in the uncritical canine attachment.

A difference of tastes in jokes is a great strain on the affections.

Affection is a much profound emotion, which is inexplicable but can be fathomed through our pores. It percolates down our skin slowly.

Our dead are never dead to us, until we have forgotten them.

There is nothing that will kill a man so soon as having nobody to find fault with but himself.

A husband without faults is a dangerous observer