I don't love him, I never should love him.

How could one take a step like that on no other basis than wanting a home?
What a home it would be! I should be miserable." These were her beliefs.

She placed love before everything--lifted it to the altar as you raise a saint and worshipped with bent knees and silently moving lips.

To understand the great-hearted love of a greatly loving woman, you must know the joy of greatly giving.

She loves to give; she gives to love.