It's just because we are mysterious one to another, that we are so happy.

No human being should ever try to analyse the fact of existence.

It's enough that we exist--and that we love each other.

Isn't it, Mary ?" "Enough?
It is too much,--too much happiness altogether for _me_, at any rate," she said.

"I can't believe in it yet! I can't really, Angus! Why should you love me ?" "Why, indeed!" And his eyes grew dark and warm with tenderness--"Why should you love _me_ ?" "Ah, there's so much to love in you!" and she made her heart's confession with a perfectly naive candour.