Grocott & Ward, comps. Grocott’s Familiar Quotations, 6th ed. 189-?.


Love in the household is a living influence; in the state it is an abstraction.
Henry Ward Beecher.—The Life of Jesus, The Christ, Chap. XV.

Love is the river of life in this world. Think not that ye know it who stand at the little tinkling rill—the first small fountain. Not until you have gone through the rocky gorges, and not lost the stream; not until you have gone through the meadow, and the stream has widened and deepened until fleets could ride on its bosom; not until beyond the meadow you have come to the unfathomable ocean, and poured your treasures into its depths—not until then can you know what love is.
Henry Ward Beecher.—Sermons, “Plymouth Pulpit,” Second Series: The Right and the Wrong Way of Giving Pleasure.

Love without faith is as bad as faith without love.
Henry Ward Beecher.—Sermons, “Plymouth Pulpit,” Second Series: Evils of Anxious Forethought.

True love is humble, thereby it is known;
Girded for service, seeking not its own;
Vaunts not itself, but speaks in self-dispraise.
Abraham Coles.—The Microcosm: True Love.

All mankind love a lover.
Emerson.—Essay: Of Love.

If a man really loves a woman, of course he wouldn’t marry her for the world, if he were not quite sure that he was the best person she could by an possibility marry.
Holmes.—The Autocrat of the Breakfast Table, Chap. X.

Love has a tide!
Helen Hunt.—Tides.

Love leads to present rapture,—then to pain,—
But all, through Love, in time is healed again.
Charles G. Leland.—Sweet Marjoram.

Only those who love with the heart can animate the love of others.
Abel Stevens.—Life of Mme. de Staël, Chap. XLIII.

Love always looks for love again,
If ever single it is twain,
And till it finds its counterpart
It bears about an aching heart.
Stoddard.—Love’s Will.

I love thee, I love but thee,
With a love that shall not die
Till the sun grows cold,
And the stars are old,
And the leaves of the Judgment Book unfold!
Bayard Taylor.—Bedouin Song.

Love better is than Fame.
Bayard Taylor.—Christmas Sonnets, Sonnet IV.

Love’s humility is Love’s true pride.
Bayard Taylor.—The Poet’s Journal. Third Evening. Under the Moon.

I might have loved him, had I loved him less.
Henry D. Thoreau.—Sympathy.

There’s nothing in the world I know
That can escape from love,
For every depth it goes below,
And every height above.

It waits as waits the sky,
Until the clouds go by,
Yet shines serenely on
With an eternal day,
Alike when they are gone
And when they stay.
Henry D. Thoreau.—Friendship. (In “The Dial,” Oct. 1841.)

Life is ever lord of Death
And Love can never lose its own!

Love has never known a law
Beyond its own sweet will!
Whittier.—Amy Wentworth, Stanza 18.