And ever has it been known that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.
I love being married. It’s so great to find that one special person you want to annoy for the rest of your life.
The Eskimos had fifty-two names for snow because it was important to them: there ought to be as many for love.
There is hardly any activity, any enterprise, which is started out with such tremendous hopes and expectations, and yet which fails so regularly, as love.