How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.

Grow old with me! The best is yet to be.

Ah me! love can not be cured by herbs.

Marriage is an alliance entered into by a man who can't sleep with the window shut, and a woman who can't sleep with the window open.

Love would never be a promise of a rose garden unless it is showered with light of faith, water of sincerity and air of passion.