It makes willing separation of the son from his father's house, and the daughter from all the sweet endearments of her childhood home. They go out together and rear for themselves an alter around which clusters all cares and delights, the anxieties and sympathies, of family relationship. This love is to be pure, unselfish, and discreet. It constitutes the chief usefulness and happiness of human life. This love is indeed heaven on earth.
Love is the sun of life.
It is the sun of the soul. Life without love is worse than death. The love which does not lead to labor will soon die out, and the thankfulness which does not embody itself in sacrifices is already changing to gratitude. Love is not ripened in one day, nor in many, nor even in a human lifetime. It is the oneness of soul with soul in appreciation and perfect trust.