"O child, what _do_ you believe in, then ?" The passion of his tone moved her to a surprised smile.
"Well, I believe in being happy while you can," she replied tranquilly.
"And love isn't happiness.

All my girl and men friends who are what they call 'in love' seem to be thoroughly miserable.

Many of them get perfectly ill with jealousy, and they never seem to know whether what they call their 'love' will last from one day to another.

I shouldn't care to live at such a high tension of nerves.

My own mother and father married 'for love,' so I am always told,--and I'm sure a more quarrelsome couple never existed.