all over this broad land, will yet swell the chorus of the Union, when again touched, as surely they will be, by the better angels of our nature.

The more sects we have the better. They are all getting somebody in (to the Church) that the others could not: and even with the numerous divisions we are all doing tolerably well.

United we stand, divided we fall.

Romanticism is a philosophy of intuitive agreement. In real love, there is no need tiresomely to articulate or spell things out. When two people belong together, there is simply — at long last — a wondrous reciprocal feeling that both parties see the world in precisely the same way.

Love means admiration for qualities in the lover that promise to correct our weaknesses and imbalances; love is a search for completion.

Our understanding of love has been hijacked and beguiled by its first distractingly moving moments. We have allowed our love stories to end way too early. We seem to know far too much about how love starts, and recklessly little about how it might continue.

Compatibility is an achievement of love, it shouldn't be the precondition of love.

We have allowed our love stories to end too early. We seem to know too much about how love starts, and recklessly little about how it might continue.

The purpose of God for the Christian is the consistent expression of divine love.

Family isn't about whose blood you have. It's about who you care about.

You don't choose your family. They are God's gift to you, as you are to them.

We are made for loving. If we don't love, we will be like plants without water.