What an infinity of bliss the possession of your love seemed to me — the future so full of passionate sweet life that my spirit shrank blinded from trying to explore it; I stopped content with the delicious sense of that moment alone. – Byron Caldwell Smith, letter to Kate Stephens

Sometimes the heart sees what is invisible to the eye. – H. Jackson Brown, Jr.

We never know the love of a parent till we become parents ourselves. – Henry Ward Beecher