Chapter 5:
"What ideas have they been filling your head
with, you young girls of to-day?"
Berthe replied: "But marriage is sacred, grand-
mamma."
The grandmother's heart, which had its birth in
the great age of gallantry, gave a sudden leap. "It is
love that is sacred," she said. "Listen, child, to an
old woman... We marry only once, my child, be-
cause the world requires us to do so, but we may
love twenty times in one lifetime because nature has
so made us... If we did not perfume life with love,
as much love as possible, darling, as we put sugar
into medicines for children nobody would care to
take it just as it is."
Berthe opened her eyes widely in astonishment.
She murmured: "Oh! grandmamma, we can only
love once."
from A Grandmother's Advice
by GUY DE MAUPASSANT

Chapter 6:
Loneliness is the first thing which God's eye named
not good.
JOHN MILTON

Chapter 7:
With flowing tail and flying mane,
Wide nostrils, never stretched by pain,
Mouths bloodless to the bit or rein,
And feet that iron never shod,
And flanks unscar'd by spur or rod
A thousand horses—the wild—the free—
Like waves that follow o'er the sea,
Came thickly thundering on.
LORD BYRON
from "Marzeppa"

Chapter 8:
I want
someone to laugh with me,
someone to be grave with me,
someone to please me and help my
discrimination with his or her own
remark, and at times, no doubt, to admire
my acuteness and penetration.
ROBERT BURNS

Chapter 9:
One day I wrote her name upon the strand,
But came the waves and washed it away:
Again I wrote it with a second hand,
But came the tide, and made my pains his prey.
EDMUND SPENSER

Chapter 10:
My horse with a mane made of short rainbows.
My horse with ears made of round corn.
My horse with eyes made of big stars.
My horse with a head made of mixed waters.
My horse with teeth made of white shell.
The long rainbow is in his mouth for a bridle
and with it I guide him.
When my horse neighs,
different-colored horses follow.
When my horse neighs,
different-colored sheep follow.
I am wealthy because of him
Before me peaceful
Behind me peaceful
Over me peaceful—
Peaceful voice when he neighs.
I am everlasting and peaceful
I stand for my horse.
from Louis Watchman's version of
the Navajo "Horse Story"

Chapter 11:
First love is only a little foolishness and a lot of cu-
riosity: no really self-respecting woman would take
advantage of it.
GEORGE BERNARD SHAW

Chapter 12:
There are two tragedies in life. One is to lose your
heart's desire. The other is to gain it.
GEORGE BERNARD SHAW

Chapter 13:
I never knew how to worship until I knew how to
love.
HENRY WARD BEECHER

Chapter 14:
Whom we love best, to them we can say least.
Proverb

Chapter 15:
Disappointment to a noble soul is what cold water
is to burning metal; it strengthens, tempers, inten-
sifies, but never destroys it.
ELIZA TABOR

Chapter 16:
Remorse: beholding heaven and feeling hell.
GEORGE MOORE

Chapter 17:
The way to love is to realize that it might be lost.
GILBERT K. CHESTERTON

Chapter 18:
You will find as you look back upon your life that
the moments when you have really lived are the mo-
ments when you have done things in the spirit of
love.
HENRY DRUMMOND

Chapter 19:
Love was to his impassioned soul, not a mere part of
its existence, but the whole, the very life-breath of
his heart.
MOORE

In summer in Whitsontyde,
when knights most on horseback ride
a course let they make on a day
Steeds and palfrey for to assay
which horse that best may run
three miles the course was then
who that might ride should
have one pound of ready gold.

Chapter 20:
Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all,
What has thou then more than thou hadst before?
No love, my love, that thou mayst true love call,
All mine was thine before thou hadst this more.
Then if for my love thou my love receivest,
I cannot blame thee for my love thou usest,
But yet be blam'd if thou thyself deceivest
By willful taste of what thyself refusest,
I do forgive thy robb'ry, gentle thief,
Although thou steal thee all my poverty;
And yet love knows, it is a greater grief
To bear love's wrong than hate's known injury.
Lascivious grace, in whom all ill well shows,
Kill me with spites, yet we must not be foes.
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE

Chapter 21:
There are three principal postures of love. It gives
with joy, receives with appreciation, and rebukes
with humility and hope.
ALBERT M. WELLS, JR.

Chapter 22:
Love comforteth like sunshine after rain.
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE

Chapter 23:
Love looks not with the eyes,
But with the mind:
And therefore is winged Cupid
painted blind.
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE

Chapter 24:
Love—what a volume in a
word, an ocean in a tear.
A seventh heaven in a glance,
a whirlwind in a sigh.
The lightning in a touch, a
millennium in a moment.
M. F. TUPPER

Chapter 25:
Her countenance fell, and she was silent a while.
He regarded the red berries between them over and
over again, to such an extent that holly seemed in
his after life to be a cypher signifying a proposal of
marriage. Bathsheba decisively turned to him.
"No; 'tis no use," she said. "I don't want to
marry you."
from Far From the Madding Crowd
by THOMAS HARDY

Epilogue:
Enter Juliet
Here comes the lady; —O, so light a foot
Will ne'er wear out the everlasting flint:
A lover may bestride the gossamers
That idle in the wanton summer air,
And yet not fall; so light is vanity.
JULIET: Good even to my ghostly confessor.
FRIAR: Romeo shall thank thee, daughter, for us both.
JULIET: As much to him, else are his thanks too much.
ROMEO: Ah, Juliet, if the measure of thy joy
Be heap'd like mine, and that thy skill be more
To blazon it, then sweeten with thy breath
This neighbour air, and let rich musick's tongue
Unfold the imagin'd happiness that both
Receive in either by this dear encounter.
JULIET: Conceit, more rich in matter than in words,
Brags of his substance, not of ornament:
They are but beggars that can count their worth:
But my true love is grown to such excess,
I cannot sum up half my sum of wealth.
FRIAR: Come, come with me, and we will make short work:
For, by your leaves, you shall not stay alone,
Till holy church incorporate two in one.
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE