All love that has not friendship for its base, is like a mansion built upon sand. - Ella Wheeler Wilcox

I would rather be faithful to my future than to
my past, if it becomes a matter of choice.

The world needs divine power in every human being the recognition of which is the secret to all success and happiness

After the fierce midsummer all ablaze
Has burned itself to ashes, and expires
In the intensity of its own fires,
There come the mellow, mild, St. Martin days
Crowned with the calm of peace, but sad with haze.
So after Love has led us, till he tires
Of his own throes, and torments, and desires,
Comes large-eyed friendship: with a restful gaze,
He beckons us to follow, and across
Cool verdant vales we wander free from care.
Is it a touch of frost lies in the air?
Why are we haunted with a sense of loss?
We do not wish the pain back, or the heat;
And yet, and yet, these days are incomplete.