When love makes earth a heaven, it is enough.
"But how beautiful the new earth will be," said Julia, still looking at the sleeping river, "the river of life will be clear as crystal!" "Yes," said August, "the Spanish version says, 'Most resplendent, like unto crystal.'" "I think," said Julia, "that it must be something like this river.

The trees of life will stand on either side, like those great sycamores that lean over the water so gracefully." Any landscape would have seemed heavenly to Julia on this night.

A venerable friend of mine, a true Christian philanthropist, whose praise is in all the churches, wants me to undertake to reform fictitious literature by leaving out the love.

And so I may when God reforms His universe by leaving out the love.

Love is the best thing in novels; not until love is turned out of heaven will I help turn it out of literature.