And oh! little white English rose of my heart, I'd never ask more than you could give.

Love isn't all passion.

It's tenderness and shielding and service, dear, as well as fire and flame.

A man loves his wife in all the little ways of daily life as well as in the big ways of eternity." He stooped his head, and a shaft of sunlight flickered across his bright hair.

Diana watched it with a curious sense of detachment.
Very gently he laid her hands against his lips, and the next moment he was swinging away from her across the stretch of yellow sand, leaving her alone once more with the sea and the sky and the wheeling gulls..