But nobody else ever romped with White Fang. He did not permit it. He stood on his dignity, and when they attempted it, his warning snarl and bristling mane were anything but playful. That he allowed the master these liberties was no reason that he should be a common dog, loving here and loving there, everybody's property for a romp and good time. He loved with single heart and refused to cheapen himself or his love.

You were my hope during my days of loneliness, my anxiety during moments of doubt, my certainty during moments of faith.

These two criteria are like the pillars of true love: deeds, and the gift of self.

Christmas is a season for kindling the fire for hospitality in the hall, the genial flame of charity in the heart.

Be a loving person rather than in a love relationship - because relationships happen one day and disappear another day. They are flowers; in the morning they bloom, by the evening they are gone.

There is a land of the living and a land of the dead and the bridge is love, the only survival, the only meaning.