“There are two sorts of constancy in love one arises from continually discovering in the loved person new subjects for love, the other arises from our making a merit of being constant.”

“Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.”

“He's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.”

“The love of a mother is the veil of a softer light between the heart and the heavenly Father.”

“Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.”