The moment we indulge our affections, the earth is metamorphosed, there is no winter and no night; all tragedies, allennuis,vanish, - all duties even. Ralph Waldo Emerson
Caresses, expressions of one sort or another, are necessary to the life of the affections as leaves are to the life of a tree. If they are wholly restrained, love will die at the roo Nathaniel Hawthorne
Affection, like melancholy, magnifiestrifles; but the magnifying of the one is like looking through a telescope at heavenly objects; that of the other, like enlarging monsters with a microscop Leigh Hunt