What of a truth that is bounded by these mountains and is falsehood to the world that lives beyond? - Michel de Montaigne

If any one should importune me to give a reason why I loved him, I feel it could no otherwise be expressed than by making answer, ‘Because it was he; because it was I.’ There is, beyond what I am able to say, I know not what inexplicable and inevitable power that brought on this union.

Life should be an aim unto itself, a purpose unto itself.

To which we may add this other Aristotelian consideration, that he who confers a benefit on any one loves him better than he is beloved by him again.