Even from their infancy we frame them to the sports of love: their instruction, behavior, attire, grace, learning and all their words azimuth only at love, respects only affection. Their nurses and their keepers imprint no other thing in them.

The value of life lies not in the length of days, but in the use we make of them... Whether you find satisfaction in life depends not on your tale of years, but on your will.

If you press me to say why I loved him, I can say no more than because he was he, and I was I.

If there is such a thing as a good marriage, it is because it resembles friendship rather than love.

A good marriage would be between a blind wife and a deaf husband.