Mechanism! Everywhere -- mechanism! Devices for getting away from life so complete that there seemed no life to get away from.

It's not life that counts but the fortitude you bring into it.

Only love makes fruitful the soul. The sense of form that both had in such high degree prevented much demonstration; but to be with him, do things for him, to admire, and credit him with perfection; and, since she could not exactly wear the same clothes or speak in the same clipped, quiet, decisive voice, to dislike the clothes and voices of other men - all this was precious to her beyond everything.

Love! Beyond meaure - beyond death - it nearly kills. But one wouldn't have been without it.

It isn't enough to love people because they're good to you, or because in some way or other you're going to get something by it. We have to love because we love loving.